I never could sit still for longer than half an hour. Therefore, it wasn't really any surprise to me that Sierra's wedding was like a torture session. It was just inhuman to think that anyone can sit still for so long without wanting to go to sleep. When I caught myself nodding off for the third time, I decided I had to do something. I couldn't go to sleep during Sierra's wedding! So I focused hard and tried to ignore the priest's hypnotic voice. The church was beautiful, I had to admit. Although I'd always liked the Gothic-style churches, this one was lovely. I'd almost gone blind from all the white paint when I walked in the doors, but I digress.

Well, it was Sierra's wedding, so I guessed I should focus on her. We weren't what you would call the best of friends; that was reserved for her friend, Natalia. But I had always been comfortable talking to her. We had met maybe five years ago, when we were both working at a local deli during the summer. Although I'm ashamed to admit it, I'd always been envious of how beautiful she was. She was pale, save for the few brown freckles over the bridge of her nose. She had eyes the color of a winter sky; and long, silky red hair. She was young to get married, only twenty-two. But then, her fiancé was two years younger than she was. I knew that if anyone could make it work, they could.

Which brought me to my second object of observation: Sierra's intended, Jerome. He had started working with Sierra and I about a year after we first met. I didn't really know him that well, but I liked him. He had always been very sweet, the kind of guy that reminds you that there are still good people in this world. He'd always been kind to Sierra, and that had instantly gained him my approval. And now he was kneeling beside her, listening solemnly to the priest I should have been watching. I could see why Sierra had always thought he was cute. He had baby blue eyes and curly blond hair that stood up six inches from his head…maybe two if the day was humid. But, again, I digress.

Leaning back in the pew, I solemnly considered the scene before me. When she'd left for college, Sierra had jokingly told our boss that she would marry Jerome one day. I had to chuckle at the irony of that. Poor Sierra…I hoped she didn't joke around that she'd have ten kids…but then again, I hoped she would. The world needs more people like her and Jerome. And I knew that they would both make good parents. As these thought continued, my mind wandered back to the few years that we'd all worked together.

Sometimes, I long for those days more than I should. If I could go back, I would change some of the things that I said…some of the things that I did. My eyes started to water, and I smiled at my own foolishness. It was far past time to let everything go. The past was gone; it only lived in my heart. But the present, that was something that was most definitely here…most definitely now. As I watched Jerome lift Sierra's veil and stare deeply into her eyes, my spirits instantly rose, elated. And when he gave her a lingering, tender kiss, I felt my spirit fly. I feel so embarrassed to admit that in my head I squealed like an excited little girl, but I did. A huge grin came over my face as they walked down the aisle, and I winked at the two of them. Jerome grinned and started blushing. Sierra just rolled her eyes at me and smiled. I couldn't help but smile back again. She had kept her promise.