A Yard Full

I not sure if you are one of those “little girl romantics” as I am. Down through the years I would dream of this outstanding wedding, held out in the yard or garden. I could see me walking down the path, all decked out in my wedding gown. Ahead of me would be my waiting groom, with a big smile on his face.
My yard wasn’t the most outstanding of yards, so my child like mind would adapt to the differences and figure an illusion beyond it’s limits. It all would be handled in some sort of form or fashion, I dreamed. I could see the roses, the bouquets and even the gazebo. I had to have one of those to stand under, in my dream.
I could see me going to the store and picking out a dress, trying it on and moving about the wedding accessories trying to choose my veil, plus amenities. There had to be this and that to accompany my bridesmaids and maid of honor. I could see it all coming together in my small girl dreams. This was going to be one of those fairy tale type weddings, with all the trimmings. Everything was supposed to fall into place. Unfortunately, the fair tale didn’t come true and our finances were lacking as well.