I watched as she tried on what seemed like a dozen dresses. Watched them be pulled this way and that way. Helped zip and unzip. Tilted my head to the left, then to the right taking in the intricate beading, examining minuscule pearls, and helped smooth wrinkles. I listed to the excited chatter of our friends discussing the pros and cons. Their quiet whispers, their ooohhss and aaawws, their happy squeals, their gentle disagreements.
I watched as she carefully examined every single detail, from every possible angle. Standing flat footed, on her tip toes, and finally in towering heels while she held on to my arm for balance. Watched as she looked to us, her very best friends, for our reactions. Focusing on our eyes to make sure we were telling her our true opinions, not just what we thought she wanted to hear.
I watched with tears in my eyes as she held her younger sister's hand in a private moment amid the chaotic shop and heard as she whispered "I wish mom was here for this."
I watched as she knelt slightly, allowing a veil to be put in her hair then carefully draped over her shoulders. I watched our reflections in the mirrors, the four of us surrounding her two on either side. Watched her touch the veil, smoothed the dress one more time all while gazing at her own reflection. Watched as she took a few deep breaths, turning slightly from side to side, slowly nodding her head. Heard as she said in a soft voice, "this is it, this is the one."
Today I watched as my best friend chose her wedding dress.