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.”
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