"I re-DO"

I always wanted to be a wife and a mom. When I was younger, I had my invisible husband "David" and our 20 stuffed animal children. But "David" and I never had a wedding. He was just my husband, and I was his wife, and we had our gigantic family, and everything was perfect.

Most little girls play in their best dresses and toilet paper veils as they dream of their big day.

I'm sure I donned a toilet paper veil or two back in the day, but I never imagined what song I'd dance to, what flowers I'd hold as I walked down the isle, or what my dress looked like. All I cared about was "David" (who of course bore an awfully similar resemblance to Jonathan Taylor Thomas), and the kids.

I think it's the upcoming anniversary with my real husband that has me contemplating weddings now, and how badly I want a redo. Like, sometimes I think we should just get a divorce so we could get remarried and do it our way (or, my way since I don't think he cares either way). Joking of course. But I don't want to wait for a vowel renewal in like 20 years. Would 5 be too early?

In true lame-kid fashion, I wear my tiara and veil around the house sometimes when Brian is at work (my wedding dress is in California, or you bet your bottom I'd prance around in that too). Another reason to add to my list of why having a daughter is awesome: I can use "dress-up time" as an excuse to do this.


Next week will be four years since I married my real life husband, Brian (I let "David" down gently. No seriously, I did. I used "David" as a symbol of my youth, and I said goodbye to it and him on my wedding day as I was putting my mascara on. I told you, I'm a lame kid). Our original plan was to get married in Reno. We had plans of a "real" wedding for later on, but if that had never happened, we still would have been happy. It was my mom that wanted the real wedding right away, and I figured it was the least I could do for her. And so I planned a wedding in two weeks, with invitations being sent out via myspace bulletin. Yeah...

It was a nice little wedding. I was late, and there was no back entrance, so I had to run past the already seated crowd in my pajama pants and veil as my sister and mom tried to shield me using my garment bag as a barrier. My best friend wasn't there to stand in as a bridesmaid, and his wasn't there to be best man. We had a Justice of the Peace (my mom works with judges and he was an old friend, and the only person I could get on such short notice) instead of a minister, so it took me longer to run to the dressing room than it did to actually get married. And our reception was catered by Brian's family, and held at the clubhouse and pool of my mom's apartment complex. Yeeah...

I had a big poofy princess dress that I absolutely loved, and Jaimie did my hair extensions so I could wear it down in big spiral curls like I had wanted then. But if I could do it over now, I would opt for a pretty updo and a simple but elegant dress with lace detail.

My bridesmaids would include my sister Tara, and Jaimie (who were in my real wedding), and also Coralyn and Jessica Knieriem (who should have been in my wedding). Although I hadn't really ever dreamed of my wedding day, I always thought Jessica would have been a bridesmaid. But for whatever reason I didn't ask her, and that still bothers me to this day.The wedding and reception would have taken place at the Granite Bay Golf Club like I had originally planned.


An orchestra would play a rendition of our song (Brand New Colony by The Postal Service), which would make it suitable for our first dance (because really Brand New Colony as The Postal Service does it doesn't make it very easy to dance to).

We would have had gallery quality photographs that we could display on the walls of our home(s), and perfect memories of a perfect day.

Aah...a girl can dream. Or maybe I should become a wedding planner. At least I got one part of that day right.

I couldn't have asked for a better groom =)