Tips on how to write a memorable bridesmaid speech

The other day I was going through the notes on my phone and I found the speech I wrote for my youngest sisters wedding a year and a half ago. I remember feeling anxious because I left the speech to the last-minute. I was up late the night before writing the speech on my phone. There was so much I wanted to say and the pressure of articulating this to an audience of $150+ people felt pretty nerve-wracking.  I also wanted the speech to flow. The last thing I wanted to do was stand there, crying, and rambling.

In the end, I ended up feeling pretty good about it. In fact, a lot of people approached me at the wedding telling me they loved the speech (which was such a relief because I put so much pressure on myself and left it to the last minute).

If you’re stuck on what to say for a bridesmaid speech I suggest laying out the speech with;

  1. An introduction -compliments to the bride and groom for looking so lovely
  2. Gratitude for being part of the wedding party
  3. How you met the groom
  4. Memories of the bridesmaid and bride ( avoid inside jokes)
  5. Conclude the speech with some type of advice for the bride and groom (funny or sentimental)
  6. A toast.
  7. Last but not least, if public speaking makes you feel really nervous, I wouldn’t leave the speech to the last-minute (like I did). It’s best to practice in front of people beforehand.

Below is the speech I wrote for my baby sister on her wedding day. In hindsight, I think I would have perhaps added something about our parents, and the groom’s parents. But, hey, this was a last-minute speech!

For those of you who don’t know me, my name is Jamie and I’m Teri’s older sister. I would like to start my speech first and foremost by telling you, Teri, how absolutely stunning you look this evening. Andrew, you look pretty good too.

One of the first times I met Andrew we were at a nightclub and he had the Asian glow from one too many drinks. I looked at Teri and said, “Oh my god, he needs to take a Pepcid AC.”

For those of you that get red when you drink, Pepcid AC basically diminishes the redness. Needless to say, you can thank Pepcid Ac this evening for Andrews ( non- red) handsome glow.

On a serious note, I want to thank you, Teri, for choosing me to be a part of your bridal party. It’s an absolute honor, and in all honesty, I kind of new you would ask, because well if Teri was standing here right now I’m positive she would tell you how obsessed she was with me when we were kids. And, the truth is, I was pretty obsessed with her too.

The moment my dad came home from the hospital he asked what we should name our new baby sister and I’m pretty sure I piped up and suggested we name her after someone from the show, Threes Company. In other words, I kind of felt like she was my baby because I had a say in naming her.

As the years passed, I became the sister in the house Teri always wanted to play with. If I left the house to go and play at the park, Teri would start bawling so I would have to bring her along.

One time I had enough of bringing her everywhere with me. I mean, when you’re 8 years old, sometimes you just want to hang with your friends without pushing a two -year old around the park in a stroller.

But this is the role I took on as her older sister. And thing is, it wasn’t always rainbows and unicorns.

In fact, one time Teri scratched my face like she was a crazy stray cat or something because I wouldn’t let her have something of mine!

And this is exactly why growing up we always called her a brat.

I know she hates it when I call her this ( cause I still do sometimes).

But, I just can’t help it.

 I don’t think my sister realizes this but I think I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s my fault she’s a brat.

I always gave her whatever she wanted.

1. Because I didn’t want to get my face scratched off again 

2. Because I hated listening to her cry (she was so loud!)

3. Because I love her so much I just wanted her happy.

I’m sure you know this by now, Andrew, that Teri is scared of everything!

If she was scared at night she would always crawl into bed with me and as we grew older she continued to do so.

In fact, some nights she would be laying in my bed waiting for me to get home. I would come home with friends from a night out clubbing or something and there she would be snuggled up in my single bed. Unfortunately, I would have to give her the boot if I had a friend with me but if I didn’t then we would sleep together. 

I’ll never forget the day I moved out. Teri was probably the age of my oldest daughter now. I had an arm full of clothes all packed up to move out of the house and that’s when I broke the news to her. When she asked me why I was leaving I replied, “I’m sorry, I have to move out. I’m having a baby with Charles. I’m living with him now”

The look on her face I will never, ever forget. She sat there and said, “I can’t believe you’re leaving me.”

The guilt of leaving my baby sis has been going strong since that very day, (which is why I think I’m always cautious to try not to pee her off.)

Today, as I watched Teri walk down the aisle the guilt of leaving home when she was a teenager was finally released because deep down I know she’s gonna be just fine. 

She’s all grown up and she’s in good hands now.

Thank you, Andrew.

Andrew, I hope your love for Teri is as unconditional as mine, and I totally get it if you don’t accept scratches on the face.

Last but not least, my advice to Andrew and Teri during a fight is this; just laugh (the way I do when Teri’s mad at me)  because as cliche as this is going to sound, life is way too short, to be anything but happy.

Let’s raise our glasses to Mr. and Mrs. Mah, we’re SO happy Teri said I Drew!

Welcome to the family, Andrew. Xx 

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