Wedding Dress

I tried on wedding dresses for the first time ever this Monday (well, minus the one time I tried on Holly's bridal dress.)

My parents accompanied me. We *ahem* had a good time (Dad, you're a trooper). As I tried on each dress, different thoughts went through my mind. One thought--> it is just a dress. Another thought-->I am going to be a bride! But some dresses had a special feeling to them. Looking at myself in the mirror, I imagined standing there before Neal with my friends and family there.

I've heard that when you try on THE dress, you'll know it. But what happens when the dress you are trying on feels like it could be THE dress, but you also know that the price could be more than you make in a month and definitely outside of budget? Well, I suppose the obvious, enjoy wearing an expensive piece of clothing for a moment, then allow the clerk to put it back on its hanger. Sigh.

This just means that I'll get to extend being a bride in a bunch more dresses until I find the right one. I think I can handle that. I remember fantasizing about my wedding day and about my groom with college friends as they planned their wedding. It's not a fantasy anymore, but it's a wonderful reality that I am fully embracing. I am getting married in 143 days to my handsome groom.

And the coolest thing is, it doesn't really matter what dress I wear. I know that Neal will think I am beautiful no matter what I will be wearing.