When I was younger, I have to admit that I was dreaming of a fairytale wedding. When I got older, I became pragmatic and I realized that fairytales suck.
My way of thinking became less fanciful: Marriage=Something binding. Something binding=baaaaad.
So why would I consider my wedding the biggest day of my life? It'll be the death of my freedom. Is that even something worth celebrating? I don't think so.