I don't want to be the traditional bride. If you ever truly knew me, hopefully you would know why. I don't want a big hoopla or the glitz and the glam. I just want to make sure people know how much I love my husband that day.
A couple of traditions I will be keeping the same is lace on my bridal gown (which will be ivory, not white) and I want to wear pearls. Specifically, the pearls that my father gave to my mom this Christmas or in other words, the something borrowed. That is as traditional as I get.
Something I wouldn't absolutely mind on my wedding day is rain. Something good always happens when it rains in my opinion so why not want to have it rain on the most important day of my life? People say that it is bad luck but I think that is just a superstition created by people who hate rain.
Another thing that makes absolutely giddy when I think about it, is my future husband. When I imagine how we meet or the day we get married, I never picture a face, I ask myself questions: Do I know him already? Is he a dork like me? How did we meet? Is he a good cook? I can't even begin to imagine what our life will be like...I just hope that he will love me as much as I will love him.
Most importantly, I want to marry someone who can take me here:
This is the Salt Lake City Temple in Utah. I wouldn't want to get married anywhere else because this is the place where my future family can be sealed together for time and all eternity. That is something that is very important to me. (So if my Future Eternal Companion is reading this, hopefully this is important to you too)
The first few things are just things. It is the temple that makes my wedding day. This is where eternity begins. In my mind, this is where the adventure begins.
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