Watching the early morning clouds go by, we drove our ’89 mustang quietly down the avenue, as to be sure not to disturb those who were still asleep. I dropped my gaze from the sky, looking over to my older brother. His blonde hair whipped gently from the air that came from his open window. He was relaxed, seeming full of content and gladness as his piercing blue eyes danced along, watching the obstacles the road was bringing. I found myself wishing that I could have that relaxation, but knew there would be none now. I was filled with so many good emotions; it was a miracle that I could there and only twitch a little bit. I wanted to jump out of my skin and dance and scream and cry with joy all at the same time.

“I think there’s something wrong with me.” I said meekly, leaning back farther into my seat, wishing that the fabric would engulf me. Brian just looked over at me briefly and smiled, his teeth somehow manage to bear off a humorous look of there own.

“Are you tell me that your getting cold feet little sis?” He asked, his voice was full of comfort and humor, and it started to sooth me a little. He continued on “Because you have nothing to be worried about.”

“No, I’m not worried. I’m saying there’s something wrong with me because I’m not worried.” I said, my voice straining to keep calm instead of wobbling with excitement. This was a new sensation for me, every experience I’ve ever had in my life, good or bad, I’ve always been a little nervous about. But this time I was only focused on my joy.

“Well, brides are usually like that Shay, that’s easy enough to figure out,” Brian began with a slight laugh, “What I can’t figure out is why you and I are going to get your dress at six thirty in the morning when the wedding is this afternoon.”

“Because it’s going to take me forever to get into it.” I replied sarcastically, looking back out my window. Brian just laughed, looking over at me.

“You never were the coordinate one.”

“Shut up.”

“Yes ma’am.”