Why is it that the moment we get engaged, we think: This is it! No wedding will ever compare! I need to have THE wedding of a lifetime. Wedding attending people from around the world, will sip on their champagne, look around and say under their breath to each other: “It’s a nice wedding, but it’s not the wedding of 2010, now that was something else!” I don’t want to compare it to, say the moon landing, but you get my drift… That feeling of awe and wonder when people think back to a really remarkable moment in life… The concrete thought that nothing would or could, possibly ever compare.
My name is Miss Jane Dough, soon to be Mrs Jane Dough! In 324 days to be exact! And I can tell you this, even at this moment, with my fiancée sitting across from me, oblivious of all the wedding thoughts and seating charts and colour scheme ideas swirling around me, lingering like my aunt Myra’s perfume, days after her visit, sometimes a simple whiff makes you think back longingly other times it makes you want to turn and run, run as far as you possibly can!
Or how sometimes the thoughts just refuse to budge and leave your mind, even after you’ve politely asked them to leave, as you have to now focus solely on the presentation you have to do the next morning. Nope, they dig in their heels and make themselves comfortable, sometimes even pulling up a chair. Sometimes the thoughts get quite persistent, from the flower arrangement you are almost certain is following your every move. One moment it was sitting comfortably in the pages of the glossy bridal magazine, the next moment it’s chasing you around the corner, on your way to work. Trying to convince you to choose it, it will make your day perfect! Convincing you that no other flower will provide the happiness it will bring. Maybe no one else sees it, but you know! And you know it will not stop hounding you until you have found THE one. The one flower arrangement that will make all other flowers bend their heads in defeat and shame.
But why not? We have ONE chance to make it. One chance to leave behind photo’s and memories, dried bouquets, and a folded wedding veil for our daughters to look longingly at. Just as I’ve waited 27 years for THE One, so do I believe that THE Venue is out there, and THE Dress. My perfect match on my perfect day.
Am I naïve? Will the hire company pack up my hours of debated over ceremony chairs, just to pack them out on the next perfectly manicured lawn the next Saturday? Maybe. But a girl can dream. And I can’t wait to walk down THE Aisle, wearing THE Dress into the arms of THE One!
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