My Ideal Wedding Day from the Hopes of an Incurable Romantic

Today is our wedding day. I get up, I couldn’t sleep a wink last night. Apparently, neither could you because I’ve gotten a billion… wait make that a billion and one texts from you. But last one until I see you is. “I love you more… see you at the alter baby”… I turn my phone off. Anyone who would need to reach me is going to be at the ceremony….I get up and put on my “Soon to be Mrs.” Outfit. My brides maids, a.k.a my four sisters are about to take me for breakfast before we get dressed. After we eat, we head to the hotel to begin the ritual that was started years before us. The ritual that is, getting ready to become a wife, a rib, a comforter, a friend, and sometimes a cool head. After my hair and make up get flawlessly perfected. My mom comes to help me put on the perfect WHITE dress she and I picked out. I ask everyone to leave us alone. This is a moment that I want us to have and forever share, as I will hope to one day with my daughter, and she with hers. After our mother daughter moment we all head to the ceremony…..We’re getting married at the Patrick C. Haley Mansion in Joliet {{http://www.patrickhaleymansion.com}}. The décor is magical. Our color scheme is White, Lemon chiffon (it’s not cream!) and Heather grey….. All my favorite colors, you said you didn’t mind, and as long as I was happy… nothing else mattered. White Casablanca Lilies are all around. {{Their my favorite if you haven’t guessed}}….I hear “You are My Everything” by 98 Degrees begin to play… I didn’t want the traditional Wedding March song to play for me. I look at my brides maids in their form fitting Lemon chiffon colored dresses with a long heather grey ribbon tied into a neat, stylish bow ascending down the back of their dresses. They look beautiful in the warm August afternoon… Then the groom’s men, standing in their tailored Heather grey suits and fresh white Air 1’s look tremendously handsome. Then as my bother takes me by the arm and whispers, Daddy would have loved to do this… but I’m glad I got the honor…. As we begin to walk down the alsie, I look at my wonederfuly amazing husband to be, staring in his white suite, looking at me like’s never seen me and like he’s never been more in love all at once. We both decided on wearing white because it’s a symbol of purity. And since we’re starting this new journey in life and love, what better symbol of newness than white…….My heart is racing and I begin to feel tears beginning to form… I hold back because I don’t want my eyelashes to slide off..!When I reach you, you lift my veil and whisper “You are beautiful”… The pastor begins to unite us as one in front of everyone we love and cherish….I Do. I Do.……….. Hmmm, now I can throw away key to your chain. Your officially mine now..! lol