Best Day of a Girl’s Life

As women we look forward to the day we marry prince charming and becoming the most beautiful bride. However, there is so much that goes into a wedding than people and advertisements tell you. Some important things we need to remember that I did during my wedding process and day, and important things to not do… But mostly importantly remember that little girl that so desperately wanted to marry prince charming. Probably wondering what I mean by that last sentence???? Well continue reading to find out.

As little girls we watch movies with princes and princesses in them that share a love that people dream of and wish for, and the movies show us little girls these magnificent weddings that we only one day hope to have as our own. However, those are only movies and guide us to what we might want to have in our wedding one day. But it didn’t stop me from having my dream wedding to my prince that I could have only wished for when I was an 8 year old little girl.

I met my husband in a time in my life that I considered rock bottom. I was coming out of a loveless, anger filled marriage, abused by an alcoholic husband for 3 years and really didn’t want to go on any dates. I mean I have been out of the game for almost 5 years.. “HOW THE HELL DO YOU EVEN START BACK DATING?” Well I gave it a try and of course there was some very egotistical, narcissistic men out there that I met who were beyond date-able or even likable. (I’m sure all you babes can understand that??)

Before giving up, I decided to join Tinder and came across my husband. The fact he started the conversation with “hello, how are you” and not “do you want to fuck” was so delightful. We talked for a few days before we decided to meet up at a quaint little pub called Holy Cow. Of course as a woman I made my self 15 minutes late, but mainly because I really had trouble walking into the pub to meet him. I kept thinking to myself, “this is useless”, “hes going to be another loser”, and more. Not because the conversation wasn’t good over the last few days, but more so the fact every other guy was a douche and he didn’t look like or talk like any type of man I would normally hook-up with or pick in a crowd to approach. Finally, I walked into the pub and he stood up, dressed to a T- as us southern belles would say- with a nice v-cut deep violet sweater with dark jeans and nice brown loafers. That’s when I said to myself, “okay, he’s cute.” We sat down after grabbing some drinks and talked. Once he asked me to his house after a few drinks, I technically told him, “look I am a wreck, I drink a lot, I am jobless, and I am going through a divorce.” Needless to say, he proceeded to ask me on a second date (GOD KNOWS WHY). From then on we were inseparable and he became my best friend. My muse. He understood my pain and my happiness when I could not see either. He helped me out of a hole that I buried myself deep within. He rose me from hell and gave me a brighter tomorrow. -below is actually our first picture together on our third date.

Also, we always get asked when did you realize you loved that person. Well readers, the moment I fell in love with him, was on June 10, 2016 when we decided to go skydiving. After we landed, the guy my husband tandem jumped with said, “all he was worried about was you.” I proceeded asking what he meant and he stated, “the minute we jumped out he asked wheres my girlfriend.” I knew then, he was my forever. A man in the moment of possible death can only think of love, will last a lifetime.

Furthermore, we moved into together 8 months after dating. We both thought, “why the hell not”, both of our leases were up. We moved into this cute little town-home. It wasn’t much but it was ours. It wasn’t long after that I convinced my husband that I needed a dog. That’s when we bought Diesel. Our little pug-shire. It was great living together, creating this life and little family together.

Then, orders came from the military to send my husband away right after Christmas. So we began getting ready for that and preparing for Christmas with his family and him meeting my family for the first time. How funny that was!!! I threw him into a family reunion with the most dysfunctional family but that I love dearly. He survived and fell in love with my mother and my father.

Moreover, it was Christmas eve day and we were getting ready to go to his parents to celebrate. Well like we do as women sometimes, I was having a meltdown in my closet because I couldn’t find a damn thing to wear. Hysterically crying is more like it. Eventually I found something to wear after hearing my husband hollering for me to hurry up. I hurried downstairs and he was being sweet telling me to look at diesel. I was not in the mood at all, I will tell you that. I finally picked Diesel up and there was a bag wrapped around his neck and I grabbed it. I started to get that nervous, going on stage all alone feeling. He grabbed the bag out of my hands and proceeded to pull out this beautiful dark blue velvet box and dropped to his knees. He asked, “will you spend the rest of our lives with me? I cant imagine a life without you, without loving you. Will you be my wife?” Of course I yelled yes!!!! And the journey began.

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While he was gone serving our country, I was home planning a wedding. I will tell you planning a wedding is the hardest thing to do when you live 1200 miles from your family and friends. However, I managed to pull it together. The things we have to remember when planning a wedding are the people that will stand next to us, who will marry us, what will we use to unify us, the dress, the colors, the favors, and the friends and family you ask to join you. Most of all we need to remember why we are marrying that person and is this what we want. Marriage is sacred and shouldn’t be taken for granted.  

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In addition, he then returned a few months before the wedding and we managed to get our engagement photos done in the place that meant the world to us; Garden of the Gods in Colorado Springs. As we reached the threshold of the wedding weekend, the bridal party arrived and it was time to begin the fun wedding weekend. The weekend might have been full of fun and happiness, but it also came with issues. A bridesmaid 3 days before the wedding decided to tell me she wasn’t coming. “ugh!” talk about a punch to the gut. Instead I looked at it like a moment to move forward and bought a dress for a best friend that joined me by my side. After buying the dress that my beautiful maid of honor helped me with because at the last minute getting a bridesmaid dress close to the right color or same color can be expensive, we started the weekend. Needless to say the girls had a party to remember and so did the guys. Always remember to allow each other to go out and have fun without one another. Trust is a factor me and my husband had to learn very early.

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At last, the day had come for us to become prince and princess; husband and wife. As we got ready drinking plenty of mimosas, memories were made inside those quaint dressing rooms. Bridesmaids put on their dark teal dresses and were given their teal and purple bouquets. The groomsmen put on their gray tux and brown loafers. The makeup artist put on the brides makeup effortlessly and did her hair as if it was a masterpiece. The mother of the bride, my mother of course followed the rules of giving the bride 1) something old, 2) something new, 3) something used, and 4) something blue, 5) something borrowed. Never forget that old tradition to marriage, because it is a gift that brides will remember and cherish forever. -below are some of the photos of what I received.

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As the morning proceeded, I was dressed and ready to make my walk out to meet my soon-to-be husband. The man of my dreams, the frog I kissed that turned to prince charming was going to be waiting for the wild child, the gypsy from another place. As the music played and our wedding party walked down that isle, it was finally my turn. Butterflies filled my stomach and a smile that could touch heaven creased my face as those doors opened and I saw him. Only him. As a bride we always wonder how the groom will react. Well readers, my husband cried like a big baby as soon as he saw me. The sweetest, ugliest cry I had ever seen in my life. It melted me in ways I cannot begin to describe. I finally made it to him and my father handed me off to the man that will replace his spot in my life as my husband. Don’t get that twisted a girls father-daughter bond and role can never be replaced, because fathers are a girls first love. In addition, I stood there and listen to our pastor has joined us and unified us with words and with one of the oldest unities ever used in marriage; tying our hands together as one with a purple ribbon that displayed in white writing our names and the day we would be unified. As he finished and he pronounced us husband and wife, I like to have come unglued. Yelling, “woohoo!” I married him and did it with the people that meant the most to us present. It was like a fairy tale walking down that isle with him next to me. Walking into our futures, our destiny.

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Finally, it was time to eat cake, drink until we couldn’t, and dance until our shoes fell off. Needless to say, we did just that until the late hours of the night with friends and family from all over. Our day became the best day of our lives together. The day we all dream of does come. The moment that is all about you because its your day and no one can take that from you will come. Waiting for that prince is worth it and can be the best decision a girl can make. Remember that even if something goes wrong during your wedding, its not going to change how the man your marrying feels about you or the fact hes still marrying you. Sometimes letting go of the things that should wreck our attitudes and feelings is the best thing we can do to be able to still have the best day of your lives.

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Choosing my prince charming I would do all over again if it meant marrying him again.