The Dress

The past few weeks have been very emotional for me. Every time I try to get something done for this wedding, something comes up with my job that keeps me from getting around to it. We've got 64 days left before our party and I have a to-do list that's 8 pages long.

So when my mother-in-law suggested that I look for a new wedding dress roughly two months before showtime, I panicked. First of all, I already had a dress-a dress that I bought before Wil and I even got engaged. It was a simple dress, but I'm a simple girl. It was me and I loved it. 

That's not to say that I never had any doubts about it, because I did. When my guy and I talked about the wedding (before there was even the promise of a wedding), we pictured something small and intimate with our family and closest friends. That's us, but that's not the kind of wedding we're having...and we're okay with that.

Sorry, this is NOT my dress!
We have 254 people on our guest list and that's not including vendors. It's much bigger than we had envisioned, but we're still extremely happy and incredibly excited about our Big Day; however, it's not the type of occasion I thought I'd be dressing for. 

As the guest list grew, so did my inferiority complex about my simple dress. Wil's mom knew that, which is why she suggested I look for a new one. For an entire week she begged me to try a few on, but who has the time? Not me with my work schedule being what it is.

I finally scored a few days off and a little helper bee (my mom) and planned on getting a whole bunch of stuff done for our shindig. Knowing that, Wil's mom begged me for the EIGHTH TIME to go dress shopping. I don't know if it's because I knew my mom would be with me or not, but I finally gave in and went to David's Bridal. And I'm so glad I did.

The Original Dress
When I bought my original dress, I was alone. There was no crying, no laughing and no debating over style or color; the choice was mine and mine alone. Things happen for a reason. I was meant to get broken down to the point where I had no choice to take this shopping trip with my mom. I was meant to walk into that store and simultaneously see The Dress with my mom. I was meant to feel like I got punched in the chest when I looked at my mom crying when she saw her baby girl walking out of the dressing room.

This...is The Dress. This dress made my heart stop. This dress, I wanted to keep on forever. This dress has made me tear up several times at the thought of it. This dress was available in my size...in my color...in petite...and in time for our wedding. This dress, without a doubt or shadow of insecurity, will be the focus of all attention at a 254-person wedding. This dress, I hope our yet-to-be-conceived daughter will want to wear when she gets married.

Yesterday was my mother-in-law's birthday, but the person who got the amazing gift was me. I love her, her persistence and her unbelievable generosity. I love my mom for bringing me. I love myself for working hard to have the body needed to pull-off such a show stopper. I love my wedding gown and I cannot wait to show you all 64 days from now.

4 comments

Jennifer said... September 8, 2011 at 12:16 PM

Can't wait to see it!

Deer Donna said... September 8, 2011 at 5:42 PM

exciting! i am so happy for you babe! X

Carol said... September 8, 2011 at 5:45 PM

I'm so excited to see you looking all ravishing and bride-ish! Lol!

Mrs. Kent said... September 24, 2011 at 8:50 AM

Now that I see the original dress... I agree that it was waaay too simple. I'm glad you're excited about the new dress, I'm sure you'll be beautiful in it.

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