I had a dream last night that I was getting married.
I was scared. And frustrated. And unsure.
And cranky.
My dad was there, and he was trying to calm me down. He knows how neurotic I can be about commitment. How scared I get. He was trying to get me to remember that this was what I wanted. That I was about to marry someone I loved.
And it wasn’t working.
It was a small wedding (all I would ever want), at my grandmother’s house (which I wouldn’t want – just because I would never want to get married in Arizona. But if it was the only way my grandma could be there, I suppose I could see it happening). And when I walked into the house (still in sweats and no makeup) he was there.
And suddenly I was fine. He wrapped his arms around me and all my fears went away. I calmed down and knew this was what I wanted.
So I went off and started getting ready with a smile on my face and my girlfriends by my side.
Then my alarm went off.
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