I hereby grant you permission to have the wedding of your dreams.
I grant you permission to never, ever step foot in a wedding Expo.
I grant you permission to have your “church” be the forest, and your “minister” your fiancee’s best friend.
I grant you permission to ask your great Aunt Mildred to sing during your ceremony. Even though she is tone deaf.
I grant you permission to close the magazines.
I grant you permission to daydream under a backyard tree.
I grant you permission to shut off your phone.
I grant you permission to let go of the shoulds.
I grant you permission to wear a bright pink sequins dress. Or a white pillowcase handmade slip. A veil made of antique lace or a crown of dandelions.
I grant you permission to go barefoot.
I grant you permission to do what makes your heart sing, and forget the rest.
I grant you permission to celebrate your beautiful, authentic love story.
