This is my second time getting married. I will be a bride again later this year. The first marriage ended badly. Truth be told it was a mistake. There were no children.
The best part leading up to the first wedding was planning it with my mom. This is kind of odd considering my mom is not a shopper or the girly type. She did not have a huge collection of shoes and probably only had one purse. Nothing wrong with that at all. My mom enjoyed the experience of planning a simple wedding. She was there when I went dress shopping. My mom helped me get and plan a lot. By wedding standards, it was not elaborate or expensive. I am not the type. The bonding and the time we had together was priceless.
I wish with all my heart I had her with me while I plan my second wedding. This time, I am getting married to the man of my dreams. He truly is everything I have ever wanted and more. We have so much fun enjoying the simple things in life together.
This time when I looked at dresses, I was alone. Everyone that was supposed to come were unable to make it. They all had valid reasons. Unfortunately it let me to missing my mom that much more. She would be happy there isn’t going to be a bridal shower. Truthfully, I do not need one. She just did not like all of that attention and getting dressed up much.
I wish I could share with my mom how truly happy I am this time. I know she would love my fiancé. I didn’t realize how much harder it would be without her. I tried to talk myself into being tough. At times I can fake it. Other times, I just really miss her.