My turn.

Nearly every girl has waited for their day to be the bride. They’ve thought about their groom and their gown. The season and location sorted out. Ideas for favors, decorations, and bridal party attire jumbled through their minds, changing often for some and for others, not at all.

My day is rapidly approaching. I’ve always pictured myself in an A-line wedding dress. Simple, modern, nothing fancy. My dress is none of the sort. Summer, yes, July, I thought I’d marry in July. It’s September. I used to desire a casual setting, perhaps a golf course or a beach. The vineyard is far from casual. Chocolate is no longer my favor, decorations are minimal with the flowers I once hated centered on the tables. The bridal party, well, I thought they’d wear purple…they aren’t. Long ago, I planned for different girls by my side, but couldn’t be happier with the ones who support me now.

Our day is going to be unlike anything I planned in the past. It’s a celebration of a love that is completely different from anything I’ve ever known. My turn to be the bride is an expression of not only who I am now, but who we are together...and I love who we are together.