An open letter from a Bride-to-be:
This might be an awful joke to you, a political scandal/hoax, and a huge unnecessary outrage of your hometown.
November of 2018 is when he dropped to one knee and asked me to be his wife, rounds of applause filled the airwaves, screaming and tears of happiness filled my eyes. I have been looking forward to this day since I was a little girl, as the ring glimmers on my left hand every time it touches the light. The process finally was underway, the dress of my dreams hangs in the most perfect bag in my closet as I sneak to try it on sometimes and if I could have it my way, I’d live in it and parade around the house. The most quaint of places to get married was chosen, West Overton in Scottdale, the oldest brick barn in Pennsylvania was our venue and boy we are over the moon with the rustic finishes it has to offer. Then the planning came to a screeching halt, the invitations are not able to be ordered because our date has become a “what if” during this pandemic.
The day, and girls you know how much preparation this takes, but the day might not happen, we will reschedule if necessary.
But from a Bride-to-be envisioning marrying your best friend being ripped away from you just because some selfish people couldn’t stay inside and it’s a joke to them. I have seen more selfishness and ignorance lately than I care to talk about getting nails done, hair cut, the gym isn’t open, yeah, it’s quite devastating to all of us, we get it, but we must help one another you are not the one only staying inside for your health but others as well.
So to you who can’t sit still and has to go around place to place not practicing social distancing and being ignorant, If I can wait on my wedding to avoid a potential health concern, then you can sit inside and drink your white claw alone and do us all a favor, I want to want to down the aisle this year. Sit your ass inside.
Love, A Bride-To-Be.