So this isn't a recent picture because obviously it is cold outside. But it is a picture I took a year or so ago that I feel is fitting. I just need to get this down so that I don't forget. I never kept up with my wedding journal so I guess I'll write it here.
I've had wedding dreams the last two nights. The first one was that I was at a wedding, I believe it was my wedding. I was laying down across one of the pews and looking up towards the aisle. Along comes the people handing out programs. One was my aunt Keri, she skipped right passed me laying there. And the other was Aunt Pat, she smiled her big warm smile at me and handed me a program. I was so in shock at seeing her that I nearly woke myself up. I tried falling back into the dream, but just then my alarm went off and I had to get up for work.
Last night my dream was me standing at my wedding watching people come in and sit down. My grandpa was sitting alone in the front row in his wheelchair. All of a sudden my grandma walked in looking beautiful yet confused. I went up to her to escort her to her seat. I gave her a hug and as I hugged her she said "Hi honey, you look gorgeous." And then just like that she snapped back into her Alzheimer-self and was super confused as to who people were or where she was going. And I walked her to a seat near grandpa. I woke up crying my eyes out. Luckily I feel back asleep rather quickly.
These dreams have such deep significance to me. I cherish the thought of them, despite the tears that come with. I wish they could be at my real wedding so badly. I know they are there in spirit but it just isn't the same...
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