My first one was a month after I was born (I don’t really remember it that well…), where my Uncle Chris* and Aunt Andrea* got married. Chris had been married once before and had my cousins Leanne* and May*. Leanne is now twenty-five (May is twenty-two), and got married last October to Ethan*. It was a very small wedding (fifty people total) on my grandparent’s farm. It was a beautiful day, like yesterday for Sam’s, and it was maybe fifteen minutes. I was the designated DJ. I hit the play button and stood on the porch. “Woo” right? It wasn’t too bad though. I felt like actually contributed to the wedding, so I felt better.
Anyway, I basically have my whole life planned out. I don’t know…I’m one of those people that has everything planned out and makes those lists of everything…NO I am not OCD! Anyways, I want a BIG wedding, lots of friends and family. I want to have it in one of three places: my church, my grandpa’s church in Omaha (which is basically the most beautiful church ever), or an Episcopal church in Des Monies (easiest place for both sides of my family to meet: half lives Eastern Iowa and the other half in Omaha). I want my dress to look like Princess Belle’s, except white with lots of lace and detailed, fancy stuff. I would have my reception in a nice hotel ballroom. The end! I know it may sound shallow, but I’ve wanted the Princess wedding. I seriously thought I was a princess from the time I was two to about the age of five. If you ask my parents they will back me up one hundred percent. Here’s a picture of the dress:
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