Testimonies: I want the fairy – Part 8
Here comes the bride, all dressed ina white sarong and flip flops? The ring bearer is a dog. The wedding favor is a personalized kazoo. Just when I thought weddings couldn’t get any stranger, a friend forwarded me an article about the lovely ceremony uniting two Pomeranians. Whatever happened to marriage being something serious and sacred?
I haven’t yet found the man of my dreams, but I must sheepishly admit that I have already mapped out virtually every detail of my dream wedding. The dress will be white, poofy and fit for a princess. The train will swirl behind me, a dazzling display of pearls and crystals. My bouquet will be bursting with lilies, hydrangeas, and roses. My groom’s eyes will well up with tears as I appear at the end of the aisle on the arm of my Daddy. The cake will be three-tiered, slathered in deliciously sweet buttercream frosting and topped with a tiny bride and groom. We will share the day with a church full of our family and friends before riding off into the sunset, tin cans clanging noisily behind.
Some friends have tried in vain to rain on my parade, sharing awful stories of the horror that is wedding planning. One friend argued with her mother so much about the budget that they were no longer speaking on the big day. Another had to send out invitations with the groom’s name spelled incorrectly because she had mistakenly approved the sample copy sent by the printer. Yet another was forced to do her own updo and makeup when her stylistwho was also to sing during the ceremonyfailed to show up.
Other married pals sing the praises of destination weddings. No muss, no fuss. The bride and groom exchange vows on a cliff overlooking the ocean at sunset. Sure, it sounds romantic, but I know I would miss having the people that have loved and supported me there to witness such an important milestone in my life. I hope to be so in love that I want to proudly display my happiness. Besides, what bride doesn’t want the adoring eyes of a few hundred guests on her as she waltzes down the aisle?
Finding a wonderful man to share my hopes, dreams, and life with is definitely cause for celebration, especially in today’s society where romance is quickly becoming antiquated.
So, call me old-fashioned. Call me boring. Call me archaic. I still believe in tradition. I still believe in class. I still believe in romance. Now I just have to find the right man to share it all with.
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