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A Happy Bridesmaid February 8, 2011

Filed under: Love,Women — Aimee @ 1:19 pm
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So two of my bestest girlfriends are getting married in four months and I will be a  bridesmaid for both and part wedding planner for both. Although I don’t like admitting this loudly, I do love weddings. Simple weddings, ostentatious weddings, outrageous weddings – I love all of them. There is always that happy anticipation in the air, and all for an occasion that celebrates the commitment of two people who have chosen to love one another when they could very well fall for someone else (Love is a magical thing for a few years, maybe, but beyond that, it becomes more of a choice, which makes commitment very important).

The best part of any wedding ceremony for me is the bridal march, where you see the bride, in all her regal whiteness, walk down the aisle while a love song serenades everyone. I always try not to cry all over my dress during these times, but I always get teary-eyed at least. These people are in love, you know. Even though they may stop loving each other 10 years, 20 years down the road, you know at least  that on that day, on that hour, these people are in love. They are committing themselves to a lifetime of one another. Marriage after all takes courage; it is often a blind leap into an unknown sugar-coated as forever.

That, for me, is a huge, HUGE thing.

So to say that I am a happy bridesmaid is an understatement. Many girls grumble about being the perpetual bridesmaid and never the bride; but I always take on my bridesmaid role happily and excitedly. Of course I do want to wear a white gown someday and pledge my life to a worthy another, but this doesn’t make me any less happy being a bridesmaid.  I love helping my best girlfriends plan on one of the most memorable days of their lives. I like seeing them through to their happily-ever-afters. And while I always fancy wearing pretty bridesmaid dresses, the thing that makes me the happiest is being there with them at a time when they are presumably at their happiest.

Someday, one day, when I get to have my own happy ending, I do want them to be there for me too. Because that’s what best girlfriends do – happily taking on the role of bridesmaid or a wedding planner, or an impromptu coordinator and speaker when the other is a glowing, blushing bride. 🙂


4 Responses to “A Happy Bridesmaid”

  1. koko Says:

    hi ai,

    I love reading your posts jud..

    small world ra gyud kaau ni na world ba ky close friends mn diay mo ni ace.. hehehe

    may i ask, how do you earn from blogging ai.. where do you submit your articles?

    • Aimee Says:

      hi ko.

      thank you. i just write nonsense. hehe. yep small word. ace is one of my oldest friends, more than 20 years na i think. 🙂

      usually you earn from blogging through Google Adsense and Adwords although you will need a lot of advertisement on your site. 🙂 you can search for writing jobs online ko. 🙂

  2. kaziworks Says:

    dili ko kabalo unsaon pag maximize sa adsense. ako ga adsense ko but till now $3 pa lang na earn. unsaon pag maximize ana ai?

    tapos unsaon mn para maka avail ko anang online writing jobs ai? till now, im still waiting for my na magka PR 0 para maka apply na daun ko sa PayU2blog.

    unsa man mga secrets nimo beh..Ace told me na ur earning a lot daw. unsa man other sites nimo?

    • Aimee Says:

      dili man pud ko ga adsense now. but i plan to put up my own website and optimize it for the search engines. we’ll see how that goes. 🙂

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