My Bajan Wedding Dreams...

I dream of bridesmaids in hot pinks and bright oranges, with their gorgeous brown skin glowing in the Barbados sun.   I in turn will have a matching colorful bouquet.

I see myself in a classic creme colored dress.  Something with a light air to it because it is the Caribbean and also because I am petite.

St. Lucy Parish Church

I see the wedding back dropped by the beautiful turquoise sea... somewhere along either the south or east coast of Barbados. Or perhaps if I decide to have a church ceremony, it will be at the St. Lucy Parish Church in St. Lucy, where many of my Barbadian ancestors are buried.

I see my husband and I both having classic simple wedding rings.  I having a fine very thin band with a simple clean gem on it - nothing too gaudy.  I see my husband having a classic but stately  band.  Just something that symbolizes our love for each other and that reflects the class of our union.

Josef's

I see the reception at Josef's Restaurant in the St. Lawrence Gap... I love the way you can see straight through the doorway and out to the turquoise sea before you've even entered the restaurant.  The clean turquoise, ocean blue, and Tiffany silver motif completely reflects my personality.  I choose the Gap because it's atmosphere symbolizes so many fond memories of the introduction to my adult Bajan experience that has changed my life indefinitely.  But maybe I might have the reception somewhere in the parish of St. James, because I love the lushness of this parish and the sleek and world renowned hotels like Sandy Lane that line the streets. 

Sandy Lane

I see leaving an empty chair in the front of the wedding with a simple pink or yellow rose on it, whichever was my mother's favorite color rose, acknowledging her warm presence because I know she will be there.

I see my family and his, each mixing with their new relatives from a distant land, yet still reconnecting from centuries of separation.

I see two flower girls, one of whom just turned one on August 4th, just a few days ago, but who has stolen my heart as she is the first newborn that I have ever held and taken care of.

I see my husband and eye sharing an exquisite night together, perhaps in Egypt or Kenya, or maybe Morocco or Algeria.  Or perhaps in India... that would be exquisite.  I see conception happening during those first nights alone as his wife, because the passion will be unchained, as we are now free to unabashedly be one.

This is what I have come to envision for my wedding, and the more time that passes the more the Universe feels as if it is arranging this for me.