Disclaimer: I do not own sisters grimm, only my own words
When you were three, you wanted to marry a prince and live in a castle of chocolate in a fairy kingdom.
When you were five, you wanted to marry a Safari explorer and stalk dangerous animals through the plains of Africa with him.
When you were seven, you wanted to marry a champion racecar driver and wave the checkered flag as he drove you around the car for a victory lap.
When you were ten, you wanted to marry a millionaire who would make our lives easy, because it wasn't fair how hard they were.
When you were twelve, you wanted to marry someone, anyone, normal, to get you away from our crazy family.
Now you're 26, and you're walking down the aisle. And as I look up to glance at your groom, I think about the different things you've wanted as you grew up. They say that as you grow up, you get a better view of what you want. As I look up the aisle from my position holding your train, I think that your groom today almost exactly matches one of those descriptions. Just one difference.
But I think 'eh, Sabrina never liked chocolate anyways.'