7: Location, Location, Location.

Once upon a time, about one month ago, a young bride-to-be with dark hair and dark eyes and an increasingly exasperated disposition threw her hands into the air and with a pout and a glisten in her eye said, “I don’t think we will ever find a place to have this wedding!”

She called her mother crying and said “I give up. I am going to Vegas. I will be married by Elvis and Ryan will wear a powder blue tuxedo with frills and I will have showgirls as my bridesmaids.”

Her mother was a kind and loving woman and was used to these tirades from the young bride-to-be and so she simply sighed and said “Love, you must be patient, you must relax. Go run a bath, I am confident that something magical will happen soon.”

And so the bride-to-be took a bath and went to bed. The next morning she decided to do a proactive activity because she has a background in self-improvement and knew that she wasn’t being very empowered by her recent actions. The bride-to-be took out a notebook and a pen and wrote at the top of the page:

My ideal wedding venue

And underneath it she described this ideal wedding in as much detail as she could. It said something like the following:

My ideal wedding venue would feel more like a fancy dinner party than a big ballroom event. There would be many rooms, there would be a fireplace that me and Ryan could get married in front of. Everyone could mingle with one another and there would be a ballroom for dancing. It would be elegant and gorgeous, unique and beautiful. It wouldn’t be one giant, hotel ballroom with giant ugly tables. There wouldn’t be one of those ugly dance-floors in the middle of the room with the ugly wood veneer. This wedding would feel elegant, personal and beautiful.

The next day, her mother sent her an email with a few different wedding venues to check out. The first one she looked at was a gorgeous mansion that glowed with yellow bricks and spire rooftops. There was a Great Hall, a Music Room, a Library and a Ballroom.

The Bride-to-be cried tears of joy and immediately made an appointment to see the venue – that day. She whisked her mother and father there, toured the venue and gasped at its beauty. This place felt just right.

That night they returned with her groom in tow. They toured the venue together and he fell just as in love with the venue as she did. They had found it – it was their castle for their romantic and fairy tale wedding. It was magic – just like the bride’s mother had said it would be.

And so it is booked and the wedding shall take place there.

But wait…there’s more…

Love and happily ever after’s have to start somewhere,

Rhian