My Perfect Wedding
Christmas Day is usually a holiday mainly observed to commemorate the birth of Jesus. For non Christianity followers it is a day to exchange gifts, decorate houses and for Santa Clause. For me, Christmas of two thousand eight changed my life forever. This is the day my now to be husband kneeling down on one knee, asked me to spend the rest of my life with him. His proposal was short sweet and sincere. Without a doubt I gracefully replied “Yes, I will.” With many new emotions racing throughout my mind, I couldn’t help to wonder, when our big day would be. Setting a date was the beginning of our long wedding adventure. There was many offers given to me from family and friends to help with the planning but I refused. This was my wedding, the day I dreamed of; I wanted to plan it solo.
May 30th of the following year seemed so far way that I started off slow with my wedding planning process. I was unaware couples usually take two years to plan this event and decided to have it held in a few months. My husband agreed to stand out of the way as I managed most of the major decisions. He did not mind I chose the color pink for the entire bridal party to wear, or that I chose to have pink flowers and pink table covers. He expected nothing less; only wanted me to be happy, and that I was. Shortly after realizing I would only have six months to plan our wedding, my anxiety came into play. Finding a venue and reserving our date needed to be complete. After viewing various halls and grand hotels, there was one in particular that caught my attention. From the moment I walked in, I knew I would have it. I was memorized by the main focus point of the room; a ginormous crystal chandelier that took up the entire ceiling. The dim candlelight filled the room with a glow and it was nothing less than perfect. Mirrors covered the walls surrounding the dance floor. All I could imagine was dancing with my new husband as we gazed into them. My initial appointment...
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