A Third Wedding Dream

I’ve been married two times. Each wedding was different and crazy in its very own special way. One day I hope to add a third wedding to that. While I chose poorly twice, I still believe in the white picket fence dream. I am a romantic at heart. I know that one day I will find my perfect man, the one that is not perfect but will be perfect for me. I also know that after completing hours of therapy that this time it will not be a poor choice.

My first wedding: I rode on the back of a burgundy Suzuki 1400 Intruder motorcycle, complete with saddle bags. I wore a pencil straight gray skirt that I had to pull up my thighs to straddle the bike seat, a satiny white shirt and three inch white heals with a scalloped heal and scallop edging. It jus t so happened to be amnesty day at the local library and we stopped to drop off my over due library books on the way. We went to the court house and were met by three friends who somehow found out we were going to be there and our two witnesses. We were married by a courthouse judge that wore a gun in a holster and a Mickey Mouse tie.

My second wedding: I wore a beautiful white wedding dress that was hand embroidered by a very generous Mexican woman who made the entire dress from a picture I ripped out of a magazine. I’d arranged for the package in Vegas that included 60 guests, the wedding, and a banquet room for the reception. Due to the unforeseen events of September 11th, my wedding ended up being on SuperBowl weekend and my wedding was bumped from the spacious banquet room to our hotel suite. My six bridesmaids wore royal blue with silver wraps and silver shoes. My two flower girls wore white dresses. We were married by a judge in a casino wedding chapel.

Neither of my first weddings were what I envisioned as my perfect wedding. They were extreme compromises on my part where my mind’s eye could not even recognize the original dream I had in the finished product. Do I have a dream for the presumptuous wedding number three. I do. I have a very wonderful very magical dream for when it happens again.

First the right man. He loves me more than the one that got away. You know the girl he always wishes he hadn’t let go or hadn’t let him go. So much so that he is willing to wear white pants. My third wedding vision is on the beach, on a nice spring day where the sun is shining, there is a breeze and the weather is not too hot but not too cold. My man dressed in white pants that are rolled up slightly at the cuff, a button up dress shirt in a spring color, his feet completely bare in the sand, a smile on his handsome face and dancing in his eyes. I’ll be wearing a white or light colored tea-length dress, perfectly pedicured completely bare feet and a beautiful smile on my face. Our guests will be our children, close family and a few close friends. White tents/cabanas on the beach to house our reception, that will be a seafood and grilled veggie bake with lots of pink champagne, and fruit spritzers. Little potted flowers will be given as favors and everything will be bought locally to reduce on our carbon footprint. All the decorations will be in white with beachy colors (blue, green, yellow) and seashells will be the weights to keep things from blowing away in the breeze. Twinkle lights will be strung and shining in the dusk. I will be on the arm of my man, dancing in his arms, holding his hand and kissing his lips as we mingle with those that love us.

Women dream of the wedding. Men dream of the woman. Your perfect wedding. Your perfect magical moment. Your dream can be both affordable and absolutely magical. I have my wedding dream and one day I’ll be the woman that is marrying the man that has been dreaming about me.