I admit it---I was the little girl who used to create Barbie doll wedding dresses out of toilet paper. I was the little girl who pinned a pillow case "wedding veil" to her pony tail, and I was the little girl who, when asked by her ice skating instructor what she wanted to practice, said, "Let's practice walking down the aisle!"
Falling in love. Marriage. Babies. I had my entire life planned out by the time I was six years old. Is it any wonder I had to have the wedding of the century (second only to Princess Diana, of course)? My winter wedding day, complete with snow, was spectacular. Perfect. Flawless. I was locked arm in arm with my dad, and the wedding planner was making sure my gown would make its magnificent statement (actually, in 1981 we didn't have wedding planners....but I'm fairly certain he would have been a wedding planner if there were such a thing back then).
The music was just about to cue my entrance, and <about here is where we would insert the sound effects of a needle screeching across a record>.
It. Happened.
