"When you're in love, you don't want to go to sleep because reality is better than your dreams." - Dr. Seuss.
When I picture my wedding day, I picture it as one of the happiest days of my life. Pastels and flowers and people flooding the church. Little girls run barefoot, holding their strappy sandals in their hands. My handsome hunk of a man at the alter, nervous but happy. Me, in a ballroom type of wedding gown, chatting with the bridesmaids and fixing my hair, excitement rushing through me as I count down the seconds to where I'll be known as a Mrs.
You can paint the picture any way you like, but it's still a day all about you and the man you love. Isn't that something? Finding someone who understands you completely and you understand him. Someone with whom you've shared ice cream with, down by the lake, the summer sky black. Someone with whom you've gazed at the stars with and talked about anything and everything. He's probably given you his jacket because you were cold. You've probably given him plenty of kisses on the cheek.
There's something so captivating to me about falling in love. Something so beautiful and sweet and innocent. Something so pure about hopeful eyes and a heart that's opened up to another. A boy and a girl who just connect.
When I find my special someone, I truly believe it's going to be magical. All my daydreams will be nothing compared to what I'll have with him.
Nothing at all.
Anyone else caught in the hopeless romantic, dreamland state?