We had begun the plans for a small wedding. I called around to get a notary that could marry us. She said that she would provide a small hall that could occupy about 20 people. Figuring out who would invite was an easy process. We both decided that the people we had met were not life long friends and therefore invitees weren't anything we should be worrying about when we got married. I was interested in a dress though. As a little girl I always dreamed of that big gaudy dress. I wanted princess sleeves, no train, but something classic. The search was on because well essentially I had one week.
I went into bridal stores and could not find anything that suited me. I tried on dress after dress and was just becoming frustrated. Walking thorough a department store in the Mall I saw it. It was a simple white Jessica McClintock cocktail dress. It had a chocker attached with beading on the front. It was floor length, with embroidery on the skirt. I tried it on and fell in love with myself. Exactly what I was looking for nothing too fancy. It accentuated all my curves and had me looking classy. It was perfect.
The rings. We had decided that since I had asked him and because I earned more money than he did I would provide the rings. Shopping for rings was a little simpler. I knew exactly what I wanted. I had never liked yellow gold, since i felt it clashed with my complexion. I wanted white gold bands. I wanted a thin band at the most 2mm, simple with no inscription or etching, like my moms. I bought him something slightly bigger 5mm and complimentary to mine.
This was really going to happen. I had set my mind into something and it was going to happen. I was excited and scared and surprised and happy. In the end all I wanted was to be happy and that is exactly what I was.
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