The Dress

Some girls imagine the day they will walk down the isle... they dream about the white gown and the veil and what it will be like when they kiss their husband for the first time.

Well.... I am not one of those girls.In fact, I never have been. I remember as a little girl wondering what it would be like to have a man love me and pick me over any other girl to be his wife but I never thought to much about the actual wedding day.Well let's fast forward to my 29th year of life. Here I am just a few months from what will be my wedding day...

At first we were doing the big wedding and then we decided to do a small wedding and then finally decided to do a destination wedding... Very anti-climatic for my family and friends but nothing short of one of the most romantic settings ever to exchange our vows of marriage ocean side, my husband myself and the earths beauty...

So now after all the drama of making our bold wedding decision I needed to buy a dress.... yet another thing women think about all the time as children and dream about... and again my fantasise fall flat in this department.

I entered the bridal shop and saw several brides to be studying their long white dresses with sparkle jewelry necklaces. I saw mothers of the bride fixing the veils of their daughters and sisters and friends looking onto these brides with sparkles in their eyes. In this moment I stood there alone wondering if I should have brought someone with me.
The dress I was ordering was one my older sister had found and one my younger sister and I had already tried on so I began to think that maybe just maybe I could consider them to be there with me for that moment.

I stood in the dressing room and spun around in the clover colored dress. I closed my eyes and imagined a white dress and my family watching me as i twirl in the 360 degree mirror. I imagined walking down an isle of a big chapel and being spun around during the first dance as the chandeliers lit the room. I imagined everyone clapping as I was announced as a "Mrs." for the first time...

In only a few moments I returned to reality as there was a knock at my door and the bridal consultant asked if I needed anything..."no" I proclaimed I have everything I need I thought to myself...

So my reality is... I will wear a clover colored dress when I say "I do" There will not be a first dance or a veil. We will not be announced to a big crowd of clapping hands... But it will be the magical moment I never dreamed of...