A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words / The wedding dress I never had.
Everyone knows how important it is for a woman who is planning to get married to have her wedding trousseau, her dress, headband or veil, and her shiny shoes, all in white, which signifies the purity of her heart in that surrender she is willing to make before God.
I was no exception to that dream. I dreamed of marrying the man I'd chosen in a floor-length white dress, with my veil and high heels covered in glitter, shimmering down the aisle of a church. In reality, the church could have been any church in my city, but the dress had to be the one I had in mind, and in white.
I didn't want to give anyone any clue; I just wanted to satisfy my desire to walk down the aisle all radiant and see my future husband's face waiting for me with that smile and his look of wonder.
The church was full of family and friends waiting to see me walk past in my fabulous dress with a long train, and to see them look at each other and murmur, "How beautiful the bride looks."
I started making preparations once we'd decided on the date and began by making the guest list. I bought several sets of wedding invitations at a bookstore. But when I told my mom my plans to get married, she told me my dad didn't approve. So all my plans for my dream party and my white dress went up in smoke.
But the joy of being united forever with the man of my life remained, even though I had a knife stuck in my heart for not being able to fulfill my dreams the way I wanted. It must be fate, I thought, so I bought a beautiful red and white dress and had a civil wedding at a friend's house, who graciously told me we could have it there. My family, except for my father, and my closest friends attended, and they all helped make the party possible.
I was a happy bride even though I didn't have my white dress, my headband, or my frosted white shoes.
What do I see? A white bridal trousseau.
What do you feel? I feel like some dreams come true, others don't. Melancholy.
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😀 I think the bride mistook the final "C" for an "S."
A very well-crafted story with a powerful moral: if Dad doesn't want to come to my wedding, that's his problem. It's his loss.
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Thank you so much @joslud, the tag is there, but it's not in first place. Sorry for forgetting that. The story is very personal; it's what happened to me when I got married. Thanks for stopping by my blog.