My dream wedding

Despite my progressive viewpoint on many different issues I want to get married and have kids. This was something I had to deny for a while because my ex hated children and dreamed of secretly torching weddings. For him a marrige was patriarchical system full of evil and bullshit failing to see that for some people marrige is actually a promise when you find someone to always be their for them no matter what and to expect the vice versa. For him all children were killer zombies of death. The great thing about being single now is I'm free to have my little magical fantasy's about my dream wedding/husband/ marrige.
This is what I want.
Some day ( not today, not tomorrow, not even next month but some day) I want to get married at Avoca Art Gallery my grandmothers resting place so she can be there with me in spirit. I want to wear a beautiful Jane Austin dress or a gold and white sari, my bridesmaids will wear cobalt blue and we will carry my favorite flowers blue irises and red roses. One of the bridesmaids will be my dog cleo and she will be carried by my mother in a basket wearing a cobalt blue satin ribbon ( Cleo LOVES people so she'll have the best time EVER).
I want my husband to be my best friend and my lover, I was him to be imaginative kind and the sort of person who tries to see the best in everyone. Most of all I want him to love me entirely for who I am, I want to love him for who he is.
I want to walk down the aisle to a sigor ros song and I want our first dance to be Hold Me Now by the Polyphonic spree.
I want to give everyone at the wedding a candle from me with a poem written by me wrapped around it.
I want an ACDC cover band to play at the reception.
I want one of Suki from Gilmore Girls amazing giant chocolate cakes.
I want my husband and I to live happily ever after (even during the bad times) in a lovely house filled with music and books and art. I want us to travel the world just like Aladdin and Jasmine having adventures, I want him to tell me that I'm special without me asking for it because nobody ever has. I want him to be a kind father who inspires cuddles in our beautiful children, who reads them stories and gets worried when they become teenagers.
I never want him to drink.
I want my children not to be cursed with my brothers rage but instead to grow up and have wonderfully ordinary extrodinary lives free from the pain I've experienced.
I want to play dress ups with my kids and take them to sport or ballet or art classes, I want to worry about them when I'm sick.
I want to write stories for my future children.
Some day when I'm ready I know I'll be able to make a wonderful family, I can feel that sort of love inside me when I hear my puppy Cleo whimper at four in the morning and my first reaction is the jump out of bed and rescue her.
Someday this will happen, but not today.