| The morning of her wedding, the Bride watched the sun come up. She
had barely slept a wink because she was so excited. It felt like the longest
night of her life.
"Today at last," she thought with butterflies of excitement, "I become Mrs. Patrick O'Malley." The last few days seemed like a blur. There was so much to be done, so much preparation. It felt as if it would never be done. But today, at long last, was little Miss Cricket's wedding day. |
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Cricket wasn't the only one who couldn't sleep. Molly had
tossed and turned all night. She worried about every detail of the wedding,
but mostly she was worried that her sister was getting married, and she
knew things would not be the same.
'You are going to be the most beautiful bride ever!" she sighed, hiding a tear. "You are going to be the most beautiful maid of honor ever!" smiled Cricket. "I love you Molly Malone," she smiled. "Remember the time we were adopted together?" smiled Molly. "You were so afraid of the dark," laughed Cricket. "We have grown up so much since then," said Molly. "Soon we will have puppies of our own." |
| "My dress fits pawfectly!" said Cricket.
"It better be pawfect," said Molly. "We made it especially for you!" "I can't wait to see Patrick in his tux," giggled Cricket. "You'll need something old, and something new," said Molly. "Why? Do I have to wear it?" asked Cricket. "It's for good luck, of course," said Molly, "but I suppose it would be ok to just have it at your wedding." "Who will be the oldest at my wedding?" asked Cricket. "Mr.Remington is oldest," said Molly. "Then he can be my something old." said Cricket.
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"What will be my something new?" continued Cricket.
"Your dress is new," said Molly. "Then that will be my something new!" said Cricket. "Do you know what else will be new?" "Tell me," said Molly, not wanting to guess the wrong answer. "My name will be new!" laughed Cricket. "My name will be Mrs.
Cricket O'Malley .
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