I have always dreamt of how I would look on my wedding day.
Where I would be.
Who would be there.
What man would be foolish enough to marry me.
And, what dress I would wear.
Yes.
All of these things have been going through my head for as long as I can remember.
I mean, come on.
What little girl doesn't want to have the perfect wedding and live happily ever after?
They advertise it enough in movies ALL the time.
You find your handsome prince, he sweeps you off your feet, you both have the perfect wedding,
and live Happily Ever After.
Yup.
That would be the ideal situation.
But unfortunately, this is not the movies.
This is real life and it is very rare that we are swept off our feet and go riding together into the sunset.
In fact,
it is rare if we even get our books carried for us anymore, or if we even get the door held open for us anymore.
It weighs about 2 pounds people.
Oh where has chivalry gone?
So, maybe it won't happen like in the movies.
Maybe I won't be swept up by some handsome prince.
Maybe I'll meet the man of my dreams on my way to work one day, just passing by.
Maybe I'll meet him at the grocery store while I'm shopping for hair products.
Maybe I'll meet him at the local singles group night at church.
Or maybe I've already met him and I just don't even know it yet.
All of these situations are exponentially more probable than being swept off my feet and riding off into the sunset.
But that's ok.
Because as long as I look darn good on my wedding day,
none of that other stuff matters.
You know, you go to weddings and you wonder just how surprised the groom really is when he sees his bride coming down the aisle in her wedding dress for the first time.
I'm not a guy so I will never get to experience that.
I'll be on the other end.
I'll be the one walking down the aisle. 
I'll be the one he is looking at when he gets that look on his face.
Yup.
"The Look."
The Look of "I don't really care what I'm getting myself in to. All I know is how beautiful she looks."
THAT look.
So,
why have I been rambling on about weddings and about the perfect wedding dress? (which for me would be kind of like the Vera Wang one Kate Hudson wore in Bride Wars, but that's besides the point)
You may be thinking, she is only 18 for goodness sake.
Well, the reason that my ramblings have been centered on weddings is because of this song I found yesterday.
A friend introduced me to this artist the other day and now, this is seriously my favorite song.
Here is the link to the song on youtube if you care to listen
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=53eAvrknuZA
And here are the lyrics to the song.
They are so convicting and soul-wrenching.
Please listen to the song and read the lyrics for yourself.
They are very powerful....
If you could love me as a wife 
and for my wedding gift, your life
Should that be all I'd ever need
or is there more I'm looking for
and should I read between the lines
and look for blessings in disguise
To make me handsome, rich, and wise
Is that really what you want
I am a whore I do confess
But I put you on just like a wedding dress
and I run down the aisle
and I run down the aisle
I'm a prodigal with no way home
but I put you on just like a ring of gold
and I run down the aisle to you
So could you love this bastard child
Though I don't trust you to provide
With one hand in a pot of gold
and with the other in your side
I am so easily satisfied
by the call of lovers so less wild
That I would take a little cash
Over your very flesh and blood
Because money cannot buy
a husband's jealous eye
When you have knowingly deceived his wife
and for my wedding gift, your life
Should that be all I'd ever need
or is there more I'm looking for
and should I read between the lines
and look for blessings in disguise
To make me handsome, rich, and wise
Is that really what you want
I am a whore I do confess
But I put you on just like a wedding dress
and I run down the aisle
and I run down the aisle
I'm a prodigal with no way home
but I put you on just like a ring of gold
and I run down the aisle to you
So could you love this bastard child
Though I don't trust you to provide
With one hand in a pot of gold
and with the other in your side
I am so easily satisfied
by the call of lovers so less wild
That I would take a little cash
Over your very flesh and blood
Because money cannot buy
a husband's jealous eye
When you have knowingly deceived his wife
That is all.
Forever His,
Rachel

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