There are little girls who spend hours on end fantasizing about their dream wedding. The color scheme has been selected since the age of 12, “so you guys better not use blue and yellow,” she warns her girlfriends. The ceremony will take place at church because that’s what good Catholic girls do, she explains when trying on her imaginary tiara. And the groom, well, he’s going to be just dreamy!
I’ll meet him in college and he’ll be my first,” she predicts confidently. She’ll also have two kids – a boy and a girl para hacer el par – whose names will be Chloe and Angel. “Or maybe I’ll name him after his father,” she coos.
I was never one of those little girls. Contrary to popular belief, the 1st Lady of Love hardly ever thought about real love (my love for New Kids On The Block members did not count). I was too busy escaping with Judy Blume and Christopher Pike and wishing I were one of the Sweet Valley High girls. Then I hit 30. Friends began marrying and I found myself sitting through ceremonies, daydreaming about my special day.
Oh, and how special it will be!
I will be dressed in white, like all the rest, but will look nothing like a princess bride. Instead of a full, puffy skirt, my body will be clothed in lace. The bottom of the dress will be detachable so I can dance the night away under the stars with my husband.
And it will be so cool by the Caribbean sea! You see, a church wedding is not in the cards for this Catholic girl. I will say “I do” as the sun kisses my butterscotch skin. The sound of the ocean waves beating against rocks: our soundtrack. The view will be just as magical. The fuchsia bridesmaid dresses will brighten up the blue-green sea as I become Mrs…
That’s the part I am still working out and I know it will come in time. Unlike my 12 year old self, I am focused on building a loving relationship with a real man, not Joey from New Kids From The Block. Yes, it will come in time. Who knows…maybe he’s already here. Regardless, I know I will have my dream wedding with a good and loving man. I get everything I put my mind to, and right now my mind is on a tropical island, hair whisking in the light breeze and hips swaying to “Here Comes The Bride” as I meet my match at the end of the sandy aisle.