with Angella Dykstra
I'm a mom of three, a professional accountant, and an amateur photographer and writer. I am not a marriage expert. But my husband and I take "Til death do us part" seriously, and here I'll be sharing how we keep our marriage strong while we both do that insane work-life juggle.
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I still remember the day I went shopping for my wedding dress. My roommate and my Step Mom accompanied me to the wedding shop where said roommate had tried on wedding dresses only a few weeks before (She was engaged months before I was and married a mere three weeks after my wedding day). I tried on the dress she had chosen just for kicks, because we all know I would never buy it. It was pretty, yes, but totally not me. On her, it was sheer perfection. We had a good laugh at seeing me in what she would be wearing on her wedding day.
I stepped back into the change room, exchanged that dress for another, and turned to look at myself in the mirror. I stared at my reflection and could not believe what I was seeing. The second dress I tried on was THE dress.
“Mom? I’m going to come out now, but you have to promise not to cry.”
She promised, but broke that promise. I knew from her reaction that I was not alone in the belief that this dress was meant to be my wedding dress.
The entire day of my wedding, I felt like royalty. I was wearing a dress that fit me, that suited me, that was perfect for me.
That dress has been dry-cleaned and now sits in its “coffin” (cardboard box). I don’t expect that my daughter will wear it - that’s far too much pressure - but I cannot bear to part with it. My girlfriends and I have tossed around the idea of a girls’ night out where we venture out in our wedding dresses, but they all need to get out of the pregnancy/baby stage first.
I know I’d love to wear it again, I’m just not sure when or where or how.
How about you? Do you still like your wedding dress? Or was it a horrible ’90’s mishap?
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