The Planner

Let's say that I have friend, and she had been planning her wedding for twenty-seven years already...

From the vows, to the place, the people, the theme-up to the smallest details....dress, flowers, the song...Her eyes are twinkling as she describes how everyone marches before her. And she knows by heart the lyrics of the song she had marked as her wedding march. She had memorized it, the day she first heard it.

She could just feel how her groom would look at her, would she be so old by then? She smiled as she imagine his fingers intertwining with hers as he sashays her towards the steeple wherein they would exchange their vows and commitment. It would have to be...amor, fides, respectus. Or something close to it, that would definitely bring everyone to tears...

Let's say, she even knows what to do after the wedding vows, she said...she would dance, with one hand waving free. Because, she has long said goodbye to too-much sadness. And when she throws the gerbera daisies, she knows whose hands will grab it. She could just hear their girlish giggles...


It may rain or not, but she doesn't mind, as long as it is simple and complete.

It doesn't matter if she gets sand in her eyes, or the groom sneezes because she sprayed too much of the Dolce and Gabbana Light Blue....It could be sunset or it could be sunrise. As long as the families are there. The friends are there...and the groom will be there...

Nah, my friend and her silly girlish thoughts. Why can't she be like me? I don't make plans...too much.