Every little girl (well, every little girl I’ve ever met) dreams about her wedding day. I think I started dreaming about mine after I saw Cinderella for the first time. I wanted that big poufy dress, the big celebration/party, maybe even a horse-drawn carriage. That dream changed a little as I grew up, but I still dreamed. By the time I was 21 or so, I think I had it all planned out in my head – what I would look like, how I would wear my hair, what the decorations would be, what my bridesmaids would wear…..My brother teased me that all I needed was the “insert groom here” sign. I “planned” my life while I was in college. I would meet my future hubby in school, get engaged right after graduation, and be married within the year. I’d have all three of my future children before I was 30, have a fantabulous career, and so on. HAH! I know that God was really laughing at me then. I did meet a boy in college….and we did get engaged, but three months before graduation, we broke up. I think I was more devastated about my “plan” going awry than I was about losing that boy. Life went on, though, and there were other boyfriends, and a lot of great adventures. I never let go of my dreams for my future wedding day.
I met Michael when I was 26 – definitely well past my schedule, but whatever. I’ve blogged before about having a list of all the qualities I wanted in the man I would spend my life with, and that Michael is every one of those things. After a year together, I knew he was “the one”. It took him another 8 months to figure it out. We got engaged the week of Thanksgiving. And the planning started. I still had that dream in my head, but now I had a clear picture of who would be standing at the end of the aisle waiting for me. It made the dream complete, and I knew that he was more important than all the other details I’d been thinking about since I was a little girl. But being that special man, Michael let me have my dream.
Eight years ago today, I had the day of my dreams with the man of my dreams. We had a Winter/Holiday wedding in the late afternoon. There were sparkling white lights and tulle everywhere, with touches of black and gold. We danced in candlelight, and even had Christmas trees in the Hall. I lived my dream. It was the perfect day. And I’ve only grown to love that man more as every year passes.
We’ve been very busy the past eight years. We’ve bought two houses, had three babies (one of them preemie), changed jobs a total of four times between the two of us, traveled, learned, and loved. I wouldn’t give him up for anything in the world. Yes, eight years ago I had the day of my dreams, my now I’m living the life of my dreams. Sure we have our moments, and all is not perfect, but Cinderella has nothing on me!