When you’re a little girl, you dream about the day you get married. You clip things from the magazines and start a secret envelope filled with your ideas for the perfect day. You practice walking down the aisle with your plastic bouquet, trying to imagine all the things from your magazine pages.
For some girls, this never changes. Your wedding clipping envelope turns into a file on your MacBook labeled Wedding. Everyone’s always told you that it will be your day. Your wedding day will be the day of which you’ve always dreamt.
Nope.
It’s not.
Someone should tell the daughters of the world that they will have to negotiate and compromise with several people: the fiancé, his parents, your parents, etc. You’ll want to get married in a rustic barn filled with lights. That will get shot down. You’ll want to wear your hair down with a wreath of flowers. Not going to happen. You want a casual wedding? Too bad. It’s now an evening wedding at an upscale location. They’ll try to talk you out of your wedding colors. They will hate your bridesmaid dresses ideas. They don’t like your flowers. The only things you have are the details, and it’s because you had to sneak around and secretly buy your wedding cake topper. Hooray! The bride chose the wedding cake topper.
All hope was lost of having my day. MY day is gone with the goddamn wind.
But then I saw a glimmer of hope. CHILDREN’S BIRTHDAY PARTIES. Yes, one day I will have children, and my exquisite planning and theming skills won’t go to waste! Years and years from now, I’ll be able to do what I want! As always, my day to shine is years away. Sorry, future kids, but Mama’s in control. The cycle continues…the goddamn circle of life.
