I am getting married. That's right. Taking the plunge, Tying the knot, Diving head first into a big bowl of blissful togetherness. And oh yes...I am one of those girls-the ones who spent countless days dancing around in my mother's wedding gown and her over-sized heels to the tune of "Going to the Chapel" by the Dixie Cups. I had a plan. I had a bride and groom lined up perfectly on my big white wedding cake. From start to finish it was all completely perfect. But now almost 20 years later, I find myself slowly drowning in a sea of wedding bells and champagne flutes with nothing to hold onto but a collapsible string of hot pink pop-up lanterns. Could it be that in the last nine years since I met my husband-to-be that I somehow learned love was more about being together and less about lace and diamonds? Where is that girl? The one who smiled so proudly as she twirled with her bouquet. Oh how I wish she would come help me make some decisions. I spoke with my mother last night, her ever wise words instructing me to take a few days off from planning. I know she is right and as I finish up these words, I will quietly retreat to a place of bliss, free from all of the decisions that need to be made. I will hold the hand of the boy I love and remember why this day is happening. Perhaps after a little rest, I will find that girl peeking out at me from behind the ivory and the pearls and maybe, just maybe, she will help guide me through the rest of this process ;)
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