So, have you heard there was a wedding in London last Friday?

There was the endless reporting leading up to the wedding, which inevitably led to backlash, which led to backlash to the backlash. But I admit that I set my DVR and watched the wedding coverage when I got home on Friday.

I am completely single. According to all the stereotypes, I should be complaining about how miserable weddings make me, mocking every bride who dares to let her wedding day stress her out, railing against the wedding industry and ranting about couples who spend a fortune on one day.

It’s almost un-PC to want a big wedding these days. I can’t tell you how many people I know who have said some variation of, “I was never the kind of girl who grew up dreaming of her wedding,” or “I don’t want a big wedding.”

But the truth is, I love weddings, and if I have ever have one, I want it to be awesome. Not necessarily fancy, mind you, but not just a cookout in the backyard, either. I want to enjoy having all my friends and family together in one place. I want to be somewhere beautiful and for me to look better than I’ve ever looked in my life. I want to have more fun than I’ve ever had at any party. I want to be so happy that no changes of plans or problems along the way can get me down. And most of all, I want it to be something that reminds me continuously why I want to spend the rest of my life with (hypothetical future husband).

This article touches on a lot of the feelings I have about my hypothetical future wedding—I know, and to some extent agree with, many of the major criticisms about weddings (many traditions are outdated and sexist, too much focus on materialism, people get so caught up in the wedding that they lose sight of the marriage, etc.), but that doesn’t stop me from wanting to plan mine. I have thought about the venue (somewhere by the ocean in New England would be nice), the menu (food I LIKE! I don’t want to hate the food at my own wedding!), the cake (Party Favors in Brookline), the music (our own wedding playlist), the bridesmaids’ gowns (lilac-colored, in whatever style they’d like), and my dress (long and white with sleeves—I’m not a fan of the strapless wedding dress trend). I do not, however, have any idea who the groom will be. (At least Katy Kelleher, the author of that article, had a boyfriend!)

I think for me, what the perfect wedding would come down to is love. I want the celebration of my marriage with the man I love to be something that takes place in a space I love with the food and music I love and, of course, all the people I love. No wedding will ever be perfect, and maybe I wouldn’t want mine to be, but I do enjoy thinking of all the ways that I could make one day as special as possible. Romantic love is a pretty amazing thing, from what I hear, and I think that if two people’s love is real, their wedding should reflect that amazing-ness in whatever way is the most amazing for them.

As for William and Kate, well, I don’t know them, but I do know that they’ve been together for a long time and seem to have prepared themselves well for their married lives. I hope they’re as happy as they looked last Friday.

And thank you, Kate, for wearing a beautiful dress that will inevitably make sleeved wedding dresses popular again. I hope that’s still the style when my hypothetical future wedding day arrives.