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Childhood Memories and Dreams of a Wedding

Childhood memories…and dreams of planning a wedding

School has been out for two weeks.  Summer camp would not begin for several weeks. How good it feels to be free. I have passed all my subjects, and I am headed to middle school in the fall. As I walk down my street lined with trees, the world seemed to disappear as my mind drifts. Somewhere in the distance, I hear my name. I come back to earth. “Hey, Marianne!” “Do you want to get together and play some of my video games?” It was my friend Lisa. “I don’t think so.” “I feel like staying home this afternoon.” “Maybe I’ll catch you later, Lisa.” As I waved goodbye to Lisa, she walked quickly away in the direction of her house. I continued to walk to my house. As I neared my house, I could see my favorite tree in the back. I sat down, leaned my back against the tree and closed my eyes.  I began thinking about my sister’s wedding I had attended last Saturday. I have wanted to get married since I was five years old. Planning a wedding takes time, and that wedding had been something special. I began to drift away and dream–lost somewhere in time.

It is my very own wedding day. The sky is clear on a sunny, fall day. Planning a wedding involves lots of work. My mom and I have worked hard to stay on a budget so we didn’t overspend.  She helped with the minister, invitations, flowers, food and beverages, photography, and the gift registry at a major department store in town.  As I walk down the aisle with my dad, my wedding song “You’re Still the One” is playing. I have always loved that Shania Twain song. My dress is soft white. The gown has a scooped taffeta bodice with a skirt that flows into yards and yards of tulle. My hair is scooped high on my head. Instead of a veil, I have a headband studded with crystals around my hair. I am carrying a bouquet of yellow and pink roses. My shoes have open toes with glittering crystals. I look like a fairy princess. As I float down the aisle, I see my bridesmaids dressed in deep rose colored dresses. The attendants are in black tuxedos. I am nearing the altar… “Marianne, dinner is ready.” My mother’s words bring me back to the present. The dream is interrupted. As I get up to go inside I think, “Wow, I didn’t even get a chance to see my future husband, but my wedding day dream was magical anyway.”

Planning a wedding doesn’t have to break the bank.  Over the next few weeks I will be hosting a series of blog posts on ways to save money while planning your wedding and still have the wedding of your dreams!


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