Tuesday, June 26, 2012

stories always have a beginning

According to my mom, at the young age of a preschooler, I was already coming home deciding not only who I was going to marry and the wedding song that I’d walk down the aisle to (can you feel the love tonight) but I also had a ring on my ring finger from the boy who I was calling my boyfriend.


Maybe it’s because my older sister dressed me in the wedding gown her “My-Sized Barbie” was supposed to wear (poor Barbie lay naked in the corner somewhere) or maybe it was just some bridal gene within me trying to get out. Regardless, that’s where this story, my story, starts.


Ever since I can remember, I wanted to get married. But, normally when girls say this they mean the glitz and glamor of an event. The party, the cocktails, the dress, the ring… the list goes on. For me, though, it’s definitely about those things (I’d be lying if I said that those didn’t matter) but it’s also about so much more. It’s about that fairytale idea of happily ever after: finding that one who you’ll spend the rest of your life with until you’re, well, saggy and probably not too good looking anymore regardless of how many face and eye creams you may apply at night (sorry ladies.)

Recently I told my mom I was going to buy myself a huge rock (well, with dad’s money probably) and when people asked who and where my hubby to be was, I’d reply that he’s just a little lost, and looking for me (of course.) But, reality has set in that I will be a bride-to-be for just a few more years, and that hopefully someday soon I’ll be walking down the aisle saying my “I-Do”… but definitely not to “Can You Feel the Love Tonight.”

This blog will capture the moments leading up to that time when I find “the one” following my road to find love. The ups and downs, trials and errors, and insane wedding planning (I do, afterall, have a summer internship at THE wedding website/magazine which will not be named here… and which definitely fuels the fire to my insane addiction.)


enjoy. live. love.
M

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