For someone who loves to makes lists and thrives on perfectionism (which I know now, is not a good thing), planning a wedding is a dream. All the details… the more, the merrier. It was not stressful, only pure fun. (To start at the beginning of this story go here.)
Just like most girls, I had dreamed of getting married for a long time. Because I was in my late twenties, I had attended more than my fair share of weddings, so I knew EXACTLY how I wanted things to go. I bought a planning notebook and started clipping pictures and ideas to include. Even thinking about it now excites me. Maybe I missed my calling.
One of the decisions I thought would be the most difficult ended up being the easiest – the dress. I went dress shopping with my sister one afternoon. I was only going to look and get ideas, but the first dress I put on I knew it was “the one”. Sure, I tried on several more just to make sure, but there wasn’t one that could match how I felt in the first dress. It was literally made for me AND it was on sale. A perfect combination. I said “yes to the dress”.
There’s something different about seeing yourself in a wedding dress that doesn’t compare to any other clothing purchase. It’s like some kind of clothing magic. It has the power to make you feel beautiful and princess-like. It really was a magical moment and I was so glad my sister was with me.
Looking back, I’m not sure why I didn’t wait and take my mom with us. I really wish she could have shared in that moment, but I honestly didn’t think I would find a dress that day. I really was just going to look.
But one look was all it took and I walked out of that store carrying the dress I would walk down the aisle in. First big decision done and all the rest would fall in line. A few months later I had everything in place. Our day would be unique and special…a perfect way to begin a new life with the one I loved.
In hindsight, I guess I was naive. I had no idea what marriage really meant. How difficult it could be or how it could shape a personality of its own. I’m glad I didn’t know. Sometimes ignorance really is bliss.