I have this idea that I should be embarrassed about wanting a wedding. I keep pretending to care less than I do. Insisting that my dress isn't a big deal — I'll still get to get married, even if I don't look pretty doing it. If our retired-baker friend has plans and we don't get a cake, that'll be okay, since we can always get a sheet cake from the grocery story. Flowers? Who needs 'em? It reminds me of when I was a senior in high school, and I wanted desperately to go to the prom, but had to act like I was too cool to actually care.

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