I've rewritten this post more times than I've been married. I've been married twice. The first time I was 18 and got hitched in a quickie wedding chapel in Dillon, SC with 140+ other couples. I wore a skin tight crushed red velvet dress and looked like a hooker. Thankfully, there are no more photos (I hope). The second, while more traditional, didn't really meet my expectations. But the cake was good.
I don't really know what the heck is down the road for me at this point, and I'm okay with that. I think the "dream" is to see where life takes me without worrying about it. And in the event that I find myself in a situation where I can dream up something, I think mostly I just want to face it without the trepidation of the last two and have the faith and confidence that I'm finely making the right choice.
Also, I'd like crab hats for everyone and wine.
And a rubber ducky float for each person in the wedding party.