The Perfect Day When I was a little girl I would dream about my wedding day. I would pick out what colors I wanted. I had to have almost everything be pink because it was my favorite color. I used to even play dress up with all of my younger sisters. I would always have to be the princess, and they could dress up as anything else. I had a special white fluffy dress that my mother had made me for Halloween. No one was allowed to wear it but me. I would always say my wedding day would be the happiest day of my life.
I wanted to feel like a princess, and could not wait until my Prince Charming would come and take me away. It was the first day of March 2008. There were a few piles of cold snow that had not melted yet all over the ground. The weather was just how I hoped it would be. It was not too cold and not too hot. The sun was shining bright in the afternoon sky. I was sitting anxiously at the reception hall waiting for the cake to be delivered. I still had to decorate the cake with the pink silk roses. Then I had to go get my hair and makeup done. I had to be at the church on time.
I could not believe that the people from the bakery arrived late. I hoped that this was not sign that the rest of the day would have problems too. I was late but I finally got to the church, and I could see the huge black limo was already sitting in the parking lot waiting for us. Inside the church, there were pink, white and silver sparkly decorations everywhere. Almost all of the decorations that were used in the church were handmade by me. I had spent hours and hours every week at Hobby Lobby, and others craft stores trying to find exactly what I wanted to use.
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It was morning, so I went to the kitchen for breakfast. It was still dark outside and all through the house except for the kitchen because mother had a candle lit and placed on the table. My father and mother and my three brothers and one sister were sitting at the table. They were all waiting on me to get there so we could eat. I sat down on the bench with no back and I sat there stiff, straight, ...
I had made fifty white and pink shiny tulle bows that were on each one of the pews. I was so proud of all the work I had done. The night before, hours and hours had been spent carefully making every single thing look absolutely perfect. I was getting ready to walk down the aisle with my father at my side. I was not sure how he was feeling. I am the oldest daughter of four, and I am the first one to get married. I am sure he had no idea we were going to be married so soon in our relationship. I also was the first child to move out f the home because my sisters are much younger than I am. I knew he liked my husband though. After all, he did hire him as an employee when we had first started dating. I liked the fact that my father had offered him a job at his construction company. He had been working at a different construction company at the time, and my father offered him more money to come work for him. All that mattered to me was that he knew I was going to be with someone who would take care of me. I had never had this many butterflies in my stomach before. I stared down at my bouquet.
I did not think that it would have turned out so good. I made it myself with large and small light pink roses and silver sparkling ribbon tied in a zigzag design all the way around. I felt like a princess in my strapless long flowing beaded white gown. I loved that my butterfly tattoo on my shoulder stood out like a stunning piece of art. The colors are so bright most people think it is not real. My veil was what I had always wanted. It had beautiful beading all over that looked like it had taken someone hours and hours to do, and it was long enough to drag the floor.
I had always wanted to wear elbow length white gloves and I found the perfect ones that had beading on them that perfectly matched my dress. My hair was done by one of my good friends who I went to high school with. She put in long dark extensions that matched my hair color. Then she put long loose curls all over. It was nothing special, but it looked amazing. I had never felt so beautiful in my life. Every pew in the church was filled with people. I had no idea that so many people would actually come. I was so excited that my uncle had came from California.
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My grandpa, that I never get to see, also came. It seemed like I had been standing next to the door forever. I started to think about my chihuahua puppy Zoe. I wished she could be here with us. I hated leaving her by herself for a long period of time. I had wanted her to be the ring bearer. I had even found a little t-shirt at a pet store that was black and white that said ring bearer on it. It even had a place to tie the rings too, but I knew it wouldn’t work out. She absolutely hates everyone but me and Adam. She would have tried to bite every person who came near her.
I finally heard the all-familiar song, and I knew it was time to start walking down the aisle. The ushers opened the doors for us, and we walked down the white sheer aisle runner with the pink silk rose petals on it. I got a little nervous and started walking too fast. My father had to tell me to slow down. I was just trying to remember everything I had to do. I didn’t want to look like an idiot and like I didn’t know what I was doing. I finally got to the stage and waited for the preacher to ask “Who gives this woman to this man? ” My dad said, “Her mother and I. Then I tried not to fall and go up the step to be next to my soon-to-be husband. We stood under a huge silver heart shaped metal arch covered with vines of green leaves, big pink roses, and small white roses. I could not be any more excited. Our wedding day had finally come. All the days of stress and planning were all worth it. All the things that I didn’t get that I wanted and that were not perfect didn’t matter to me anymore. I looked into his caring eyes and smiled. This was the man I am going to spend the rest of my life with
