Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve been obsessed with the idea of one-in-a-million romantic love, the Cinderella fantasy of meeting one’s true love and being betrothed from that very moment on.
My first crush was in pre-school, and though it changed every year, I loved with a passion so great that I convinced myself I would marry each one.
This went waaay beyond writing “Mrs. [crush’s last name]” like most girls. My mind was so preoccupied with my infatuations that in third grade, I secretly wrote “I love Scott” on the bottom of my friend’s shoe when we were all sitting on the floor watching something (of course I can’t remember what because my mind was only focused on love), and my friend later discovered it and told the teacher. Our teacher asked the mysterious vandal to confess, but I didn’t.
Ok, so you could call my obsession borderline crazy….90% of my thoughts were devoted to love. “I love so and so” or “does he love me?” were buzzing through my mind all day long. The only games I played with my Barbies were about getting married or having a family.
I can distinctly remember being six years old and receiving the most beautiful wedding-themed Barbie and Ken. Looking back, their attire was clearly expensive and they were most likely collectible; Barbie had an intricately laced ball gown complete with lingerie and white thigh high pantyhose.
Because I was an only child and didn’t have any siblings to whine at me about playing the same thing over and over, I played “wedding” for hours upon hours, particularly enacting the ceremony, the kiss, and the first dance. If I’d had more friends to play with on my street, maybe I would have given other games a chance, but probably not! hahaha
As I got a bit older, I obsessively fantasized about what my wedding would look like. I’m sure no one would be surprised when I say my Mom was concerned when I asked her to buy me wedding magazines in the checkout lane at the grocery store. Because I was eleven when inspired to begin this hobby, I did my best to convince her that I just loved weddings and wasn’t thinking of getting married anytime soon. (Though I sooo would have run away with any one of my crushes if they’d asked.) She gave in, and I couldn’t tell you how many dresses, bouquets and cakes I cut out and paste into an idea book.
This continued until I got married, and a couple years into my marriage, my husband caught me looking at wedding gowns on the internet. He kidded when he asked if I was going to marry someone else. To rationalize my hobby, I have since then decided we will have a recommitment ceremony on 7/7/2014, exactly seven years after our wedding on 7/7/2007 (seven corresponds with Venus and Venus is the planet that rules love). Yes, I am that crazy about love and crazy in love with my husband.
I’m very lucky in love, and I think it’s because I have given it a lot of thought! I found my perfect Ken and he thinks I look like Barbie. What a doll he is! Pun intended. :-P For our next wedding, I make collages on the computer. Thanks internet and Publisher…you’re a crazy-passionate girl’s best friend! :-)
The Dream Come True!
xo
jbnewcomb<3
