You know what the problem is with the internet? Anyone, anywhere (well, close enough to anywhere these days - McDonald's has wi-fi!) can post whatever pops into their head at any given moment. You don't even need to have a computer handy, with the advent of mobile uploads. But never mind my luddite tendencies.
My point is, there is an absolute dearth of "last night I dreamt..." posts. Try searching for that phrase on Twitter, and you will be both amused and horrified for hours. Seriously people, despite that fact that I just admitted to spending time reading these things - nobody cares! Boring!
In the spirit of contradicting myself for this entire post, last night I had a dream.... No seriously, this is pertinent. I dreamt that I woke up one morning and it was THE day. The BIG day - the wedding! And I had forgotten everything. I'd forgotten it was the wedding day, I didn't have my sash, I didn't have shoes, there was no cake, half the people showed up. I was slapping make-up on my face and burning myself with curling irons. We made it to the ceremony site and there were no chairs. And you know what? It was still awesome. People were still happy for us. We were still celebrating. My subconscious had graciously provided food for the reception, at least.
I think that pretty much encapsulates how I feel about my wedding, and any wedding. It's not the perfectly coordinated sash, or the perfectly made-up bride. It's not chair potpourri and themed meals. It's celebrating the lifetime ahead of you with the people closest to you. Who knew dreams could keep you grounded.
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