It’s weird how we get
wedding fantasies set in our heads when we are little girls. Everyone always
says that they never thought about their wedding until they got engaged, but
I’m not going to lie to you. I started dreaming about my wedding as soon as I
could talk. When my mom gave me my first piggy bank at four, she asked me if
I’d like to save for college. “No,” I told her “College is boring. I want to
save for my wedding.” I still remember the horrified look on my feminist
mother’s face. “But…” she said weakly, “You know that girls can do anything!
What would you like to do?” “Save for my wedding dress,” I said firmly.
As a child and teen, I remember
knowing girls who could go on for hours about their someday wedding. They’d get
this glazed, “welcome to the cult” expression on their faces, and describe in
great detail the music, the flowers, the dresses, the shoes, the groom’s
attire, the church, the way their father would walk them down the aisle, the
limo, the rice, and where they’d be going on the honeymoon. They could describe
the living hell out of everything but one essential element: the groom.
“Do you take this man to be your lawful lovely
husband,” said the priest who officiated Lancaster New City's "May Forever Libreng Kasalan," a free mass wedding held at the Church of the Holy Family in Lancaster New City, Imus, Cavite sponsored by ProFriends (Property Company of Friends, Inc.), a real estate company. This day is the day that every woman dreams of,
her wedding day. Little girls would plan this day with all
her girlfriends, picturing it to be that “picture perfect wedding”. Most girls
dream of what they want their wedding to be. Is it on going to be on the top of
the hill, on the beach during a sunset, or eloping? There are many different
types of weddings, but to that particular woman, it’s her little touch that
makes her wedding truly unforgettable.