Today was the day of my bridals and other misc. items that I had to get taken care of for the wedding. For the first time I actually felt like a bride. As I was taking one of my pictures there was a group of little girls who were at Red Butte on a field trip and I heard one of them say "Don't go anywhere near her" and the other girl said "why" response, "BECAUSE she is a bride" and then all the other girls stood in awe. I turned around and saw a line of girls with there mouths gaping open staring at me. When I waved, they all waved mechanically back at me. It made me remember that when you are little and you see a bride, you see a princess. That's what we think anyway at that young age. I remember when I was a little girl I had a friend who had planned out her entire wedding by the time we were ten. She had loads of bridal magazines with an entire binder dedicated to what her dress would look like, how her cake would be, and all the minute details. I joined in of course, but I never really had everything planned. I just imagined the feelings and the dancing but that was the extent of my fantasy.
So when I was asked what my dream wedding would be, I didn't really have an answer. Just an idea of what I would be feeling like that day. But as everything has come together I realized it has been my dream. Everything is going so perfectly and as much as I get burned out of "wedding stuff" I love it at the same time. It's almost like I don't know what I am going to spend my time on after it's over, which is bizarre. Most likely school and crafting.
As I was driving home from my alterations appointment Fleetwood Mac came on the radio and of course I thought of Papa. I thought of how happy and excited he would have been to hear all the details and see the pictures. I know he is with me and around me all the time but I can't help getting teary eyed every time I hear the beautiful voice of Stevie Nicks. I miss you Papa and I think about you every day.
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