Back-up Bridesmaid

Husband and I joke that we often seem to find ourselves as the “back up." We once went to a baptism, only to realize that the guy that was supposed to be the Godfather couldn’t make it. Husband, who arrived with an unshaven face and a wrinkled shirt because we overslept, was the only other man there and instantly became the Godfather! Then, just a few weeks ago, at the very small wedding (with less than 10 guests) in town, they needed a male witness of the ceremony. They picked Husband, who with his signature, became the Best Man (!) for the wedding. And this weekend, for the next local wedding, I might be promoted to bridesmaid. My friend, the bride, and I actually joked about this very situation. She had a family member who was supposed to be a bridesmaid, but she canceled recently. My friend joked with me that if I wore a similar dress size as this girl, then she’d ask me to take her place. She called me yesterday. “Remember how we joked about you being a bridesmaid? Well…would you mind being one afterall?” Another out-of-town bridesmaid is probably not going to make it. The dress is already purchased, and her dress size is very close to mine. My friend and I agreed that if the dress fits, I’ll be the bridesmaid. And then we laughed about how crazy the situation is. What’s even funnier is that the dress isn’t supposed to be here until tonight, so we won’t know until less than two days before the wedding. All of a sudden I feel like Cinderella, except trying on a dress instead of a glass slipper. If the dress fits, then I won’t have to worry about what to wear to the wedding. And if it doesn’t, that’s ok, too. Because, unlike Cinderella, I already have my handsome prince. And he just happens to be a Godfather and Best Man.