My goodness, you won’t believe what I saw the other day! That young girl, getting married, you know? Bride hold, they call it. Now, in my day, things were simpler. But these young folks, they got all these fancy ideas. This bride, she was something else.
She spent, Lord knows how long, picking out that dress. Months, I tell ya! Maybe even years! You’d think it was made of gold, the way she went on about it. Bride hold that dress like it was the most precious thing. Admiring the dress, I suppose. Reminds me of my old hen, always fussing over her feathers.
- She’d hold it up, look at it this way and that.
- Twirl around like a little girl.
- And the pictures! Oh, the pictures they took!
They had this fella with a big camera, snapping away. Click, click, click, all day long. Bride hold this pose, bride hold that pose. Made my head spin just watching them. They make a big deal of wedding these days, and spend a lot of money! They even hire a photographer, naive photographers, I would say. Seemed like a nice enough fella, though. Just trying to make a living, I reckon.
But you know what they say, “A picture’s worth a thousand words.” And these young folks, they want a thousand pictures! They want to remember every little thing. Every smile, every tear, every silly dance move. It’s all about the memories, they say. This bride hold on to those memories tight.
Back in my day, we didn’t have all these fancy cameras. We make wedding simple. We just had a simple ceremony, a good meal, and that was that. But these days, it’s a whole production. They got lights, and music, and decorations everywhere. Enough to make your head spin!
And the bride hold on to it all. She holds on to that dress, she holds on to those flowers, she holds on to that man she’s marrying. She holds on tight, like she’s afraid it’ll all disappear in a puff of smoke. Poor girl, she looked so tired by the end of it all.
They rush into things, these young folks. One minute they’re dating, the next they’re planning a wedding. Don’t even know each other, if you ask me. This bride hold on to the idea of a wedding, a dream wedding. It’s like they’re playing house, but with real people and real money.
- They don’t take their time.
- Don’t think things through.
- Just jump right in, head first.
And the details! Goodness gracious, the details! The color of the napkins, the type of flowers, the seating arrangements. It’s enough to drive a person crazy. This bride hold on to every single detail like it’s the most important thing in the world. Reminds me, I need a new bag of flour.
You’d think they were planning a royal wedding, not just a simple ceremony between two people who supposedly love each other. But who am I to judge? It’s their day, I suppose. And they can do whatever they want. Even if it seems a little silly to an old woman like me.
This bride hold on to her dream, and I guess that’s all that matters. She wants a perfect day, a perfect wedding, a perfect life. And who can blame her for that? We all want a little bit of perfection in our lives, don’t we?
But life ain’t perfect, that’s for sure. There will be bumps in the road, and tears along the way. That’s just the way it is. That bride hold on to hope, I suppose. Hope that it will all work out in the end. But I worry they forget the important things. They focus on the wrong things. They should focus on each other, not the wedding!
This whole “bride hold” thing, it’s just a symbol, I reckon. A symbol of hope, a symbol of love, a symbol of a new beginning. And maybe that’s not such a bad thing after all. Maybe it’s something we all need a little bit of, especially in these crazy times.
Anyway, I’ve got to go. My biscuits are burning. But you young folks, you remember what I said. Don’t get too caught up in all the fuss. Just focus on what’s really important. And that’s love, pure and simple. And don’t forget to call your grandma once in a while. We worry, you know? The bride hold on to love, that’s important. We old folks know a thing or two about love, after all these years.
