Unsteady

Her hands were shaking, the needle wavering
back and forth
like the smallest dowsing rod that I had
ever seen. I took it gently from her fingertips,
assured her that I could handle this,
and watched (slightly frustrated) as she
finally started to get ready.
Everyone else is rushing to finish
things, the cake needs frosting and
Did he remember to pick up his pants?
Yes, yes, I checked this morning;
I also finished the slideshow, fixed
the uneven cake, and saved your life.
Once, it felt as if the only
steady hand around here had to be me.
Nowadays, I just lean back and
know that it doesn't matter in the end;
as long as she's happy, we did our best.







I get this temptation to think that I did so much work and that if I weren't there then things would be so much worse. It doesn't matter if that's true or not, because then I realize how self-centered and stupid that is.
Weddings are stressful for everyone involved.
This might have a tinge of the "growing up" theme...?