The Fake Wedding

I am not sure how many little girls dress up and pretend to get married; it seems to be a dream. I don't remember ever doing it though. I remember playing shops, and going shopping at a fake Franklin's, I remember playing teachers and students, but I cannot remember playing fake wedding. I know many girls that dreamed about getting married, the dress they would wear, the man that would be at their side, the bride's maid’s dresses, and the flowers. I don't have any memory of craving any of it, I still don't today. I can't see myself in a big white dress with bride’s maids and a tacky reception. It depresses me a little that I didn't have common little girl fantasies. Cinderella wasn't my favourite story, I liked sleeping beauty and snow white, but my favourite fairytale was Rumpelstiltskin, Rapunzel and Little Red Riding Hood. I thought about being a mum as a little girl, I didn't think about marriage. I remember when I was about thirteen I thought, maybe for the first time, about my wedding and the only thought I had was that the wedding dress I wore wouldn't be white. Now I think about wedding because of my sisters, and I know that I would rather just go to a Vegas chapel, quick simple and honeymoon joined into one. I don't think the perfect wedding determines the perfect marriage, if you are happy what is wrong with having a small wedding? I mean when it comes down to it all that matters is how much love you share for each other. I don't believe love is material; a 20 cent ring proposal is still a proposal. I think the thought is everything, money does not buy love or happiness, and if it did the world would be more shallow and superficial then it already is. Loving somebody is about having them, not about a three-thousand dollar engagement ring a fifty-thousand dollar wedding, being happy is all that matters, the whole world doesn't need to know that for a day, they should see it when you walk hand-in-hand down the street together.