A simple marriage it was…like I always wanted. Close family and friends to bless the couple. Happy bride – yes me. Happier groom – he better be. And extremely pleased parents, who were running around like they were speedsters – yes it did look like they had that superpower.
It all happened so fast…everything from waking up that morning to getting ready, from reaching the temple to becoming someone’s wife…it was over in a blink of an eye. But I enjoyed it thoroughly. I didn’t care how pretty I looked, it didn’t bother me that not all relatives approved of this, I didn’t get cold feet and it didn’t matter that I did not have a big fancy wedding. Because I was sure this was something that would last forever. The bond. The love. The marriage. And that is all I ever wanted.
It was just perfect. Our parents were on cloud nine, we were smiling all the way, our siblings were excited and everyone present for the event blessed us with all the good wishes.
What more could one ask for? – Oh what about a photographer so I can share some pics, right?
There was no professional photographer; just a friend walking around taking snaps of whatever she thought were moments to remember. And right when it was time for the couple to walk around the fire, the friend somehow managed to drop the camera into that fire. Yupe, it was that dramatic. Anyway, so there aren’t any pics except for the ones friends / family took using their phone camera…and you know how not-so-clear those low-resolution photos can be. So basically I don’t have any snaps to share…except for that mental picture I have of the day. It will always remain in my mind crystal clear. And that is be more than enough to make up for any digital print.
Apparently, I am now a wife. A daughter-in-law. A sister-in-law and what not. Oh well, I can’t complain. I’m happy. 🙂
My dear readers, please don’t get upset with me that I did not invite or even put up a simple message here regarding this whole thing. I would have if I had had more time or if I had had a chance to wake up, write a post and go right back to sleep to continue with the dream where I was a happy bride. But I did not. And for that I apologize. 😆
When it is time for the real deal, I promise I will find a few minutes to let you all know. Ok? 😛
So what do you think? Now that I’ve started having dreams about getting married, what next? 😛 If a nosy relative read this, I’m sure he/she would say it is high time for me to tie the knot and pop out babies. So I think I will keep this to myself (and my blog) as of now…no letting the relatives know of my dream, not yet.