The day where you promise an enormous vow of love, of commitment for a lifetime.
The day where you unite your soul, your entity, with another's.
The day where you stand before God together at an altar of promise to declare the honesty of your heart,
to declare the honesty of your intentions to forever stand next to the person standing next to you at the altar.
The illusive wedding day, full of pampering, princessing, and attention.
Exquisite flowers. Intricately beaded and laced dress, fit for a queen.
The endless search for the perfect headpiece, the clutch, the glamorous jewelry.
Leaping with faith that you will choose the strength to love this person no matter what, and he, you.
Leaping with hope that his heart is where yours is.
Never (ever) even contemplating a way out, but deciding on working through any and all things together.
Forever meaning forever. Forever meaning until death parts the two halves.
Caviar, cocktails, catering, champagne flutes.
Bridesmaids, the ink on the invitations, hurt feelings of uninvited guests, hurt feelings of unchosen bridesmaids.
Table decorations, party favors, a fat diamond on your promised finger worthy of endless boasting.
And the venue, oh the unequaled venue.
Nerves a-rush as you walk the aisle towards your future, clear in mind of the day's purpose and weight.
or
Nerves a-rush as you parade the aisle, hoping things go exactly as you have planned them to.
Heart a-flutter as you see your man, see his eyes aware and his heart prepared.
or
Heart a-flutter wondering what people may be thinking of your dress, deciding whether those really were the right choice of magenta tulle bows on the ends of each pew.
To have the perfect wedding day soon to be cleaned up and forgotten about...
...or to hold the promise you made on that day.
Don't get caught up in the gigantically industrial wedding scam. Remember what it's really about. Remember that all those people trying to convince you this is "your day" and you should have it "they way you want it" are just trying to get their hands in your money.
And when things get tough in your marriage, neither he nor you will remember which font you chose for the placecards, but you will both remember where your hearts, minds, and eyes were as you joined hands and swore your vows to each other and to God.
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