Tuesday, May 10, 2011
I'll be honest. I had no intentions of blogging today, but there I was... surfing the interwebs, looking for a dress for an afternoon tea party coming up and it hit me. That longing I had felt only a handful of times before. You see, when I got married, it was a quick little thing thrown together in 6 weeks. We'd been together for 3 years and we decided to get married. There was no fancy proposal, no whispering of sweet nothings. We were at dinner and he said, 'i think we should get married.' And we did. My parents living room with only family and one friend. My mom performed the ceremony, made my dress, made the food. Grandma bought the cake. It was over in the blink of an eye, and now here I am, 10 years later... longing to throw myself (and Frank) a reception where we can dance and I can wear a fancy dress. Oh the dress... that's what I'm longing for today. A picture of me, on my happiest day, in a beautiful dress looking happy and healthy and not as though someone stuck an airgun in my ear and blew up my head. I know exactly how much I weighed on my wedding day. 263. Yuck. So, here I sit, thinking about my 'under 200 by my birthday goal' and putting on a pretty dress and dancing like noone is watching. Hey, a girl can dream right?