Most beautiful things start with a dream. Most little girls I know start to dream about their weddings in elementary school, maybe before.
Their moms dream, too. And their grandmothers dream of the day they'll see their darlings in a white dress and veil. The dads and granddads most likely rue the day they'll be called upon to give that darling child away in marriage and pay to do it. But those former dreams, the girlish ones, are the stuff fairytales are made of.
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