Happy Wedding Day


“That’s the money shot, right there, freeze” roared Stephen, the over excited photographer.  “Freeze, just one more, your doing great” he exclaimed as he beamed with joy.  Genevieve posed gracefully and chuckled at the dirt on her €500 dress.  “I told you Mum”, “I told you something like this would feckin happen to me” she continued, as she looked at her mother Mary wiping away a tear.  “What the feck did you walk that way for Geenie?” snapped Mary.  “You spent a fortune on fake tan, false eyelashes and got your hair done, then you feckin well walk into a pile of crap” shouted Mary frothing at the mouth with anger, foam was now forming on her lips.  The rain clouds over Beaker park were opening, drizzle was spitting down on the wedding cortege.  Tempers were frayed from earlier in the morning, as Genevieve, a laid back and easy-going person by nature stayed silent to her highly strung and perfectionist mother. The wedding guests, many of them colleagues of Genevieve’s from the local hospital, the vicar, Shirley and the groom, Darryl, were seated in the marquee in the centre of the magnificent forest and Mary was not happy the wedding was running over time by fifteen minutes.

“This is like your communion day all over again” grinned Jane, the bridesmaid, Genevieve’s older sister as she calmed her mother down with a shot of whiskey from a hip flask that was in her bag.  “Mom, it’ll be okay, remember Geenie can look wonderful in a bin liner, she has the graceful elegance to wear anything” reassured Jane, stroking her mother’s hand.  “What happened on your communion day, do you mind me asking?” enquired Stephen.  “I skidded across the park in my lovely white frock while I was playing football with the lads” announced the bride-to-be.  “You always end up a state Geenie” snarled Mary shaking her head and throwing her hands up in the air with disappointment.

Stomping her foot and clearing her throat to get maximum volume, Genevieve bellowed “excuse me Mom, but just because I embarrass myself on big occasions doesn’t make me a failure.  I’ll have you know I performed CPR on a toddler in cardiac arrest last week on the ward, I sat with a woman for a full half hour on my lunch break listening to stories of her beloved husband  of fifty years who had just passed away, I gave a child a piggy back to ease their nerves about being in a hospital, so no Mom, I may not give you a picture perfect polaroid but that doesn’t give you the right to shake your head at me”.

“Ssssh, your making a scene” said Mary as she linked Genevieve to move her towards the path into the forest.  “Geenie, ignore her, focus on your big day, Daryll is waiting for you, you know Mom’s way, she says things, but she doesn’t mean them” comforted Jane.  Genevieve shrugged her shoulders as Jane linked her other arm.  The midday sun was now prevalent as the rain clouds moved out of the way to shine down on Genevieve Baxter, soon to be Genevieve Timball.

The Baxter women walked towards the rose bush that signals the start of the wedding walk into the marquee, the guests stood up as a violinist began playing Genevieve and Daryll’s favourite song, ‘What a wonderful world’.  Jane walked first down the aisle carrying a beautiful bouquet of lily’s, George Baxter’s favourite flower.  The patriarch of the family had passed away when the girls were young.  Mary and Genevieve walked down next.  Mary whispered into Genevieve’s ear, “Geenie, you look a right state”.  “Shut up Mom, I love you, but shup up” smiled Genevieve in a quiet voice through gritted teeth.  Mary nodded and gave her a wink as she handed her youngest daughter over to a beaming Daryll Timball.


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