Then I was told that some of my beloved family members were not going to be able to make it in time for the ceremony. But we had to go on without them.
In my latest dream I somehow managed to walk down the aisle in ugly white tennis shoes. Not cute Converse or other statement shoes mind you. Bulky, white, athletic shoes (No, I was not intending to be a runaway bride). To add to that I didn’t have enough time to have my makeup and hair done. My hair looked like I had gone to sleep with wet hair the night before.
As the ceremony commenced I looked at my fiancé and realized I left our wedding bands at my house. My brother-in-law sped to my house and brought them back just in time.
However, these were not nightmares. Even though horrible things were happening to my “big day” and nothing went right, one thing remained consistent: Pure Joy.
Pure joy. That’s all I felt. I knew my wedding wasn’t going to be perfect. Everything was falling apart in my dreams. But at the end of the day I walked toward the man that I love, and those pompous details faded into the background. I wasn’t stressed. I was Mrs. Brandon Hash.
Mrs. Brandon Hash. That’s enough to get me through the little stresses that come my way. Those dreams are helping me keep a good perspective on this whole wedding process. June 18th will be about celebrating our love and the life we have started together, and if things don’t go as planned so be it.
That is the attitude I will try to maintain anyways….
I get to spend the rest of my life with the man of my dreams.
