I chose my wedding dress today.
I tried this dress on a few weeks ago and absolutely loved it. Since then, I’ve been back to the dress shop twice to put it on again – once with a few of my friends from home, and then again today with my parents and future mother-in-law. I’d been looking forward to showing them the dress because I really thought it was the one. Plus, you know, it’d give me an excuse to get back into the most beautiful thing I’ve worn.
But I was nervous, too. Nervous that they weren’t going to love it as much as I did. That they’d humor me and smile but then shake their heads and tell me to keep looking. The thought of that would make me cringe. I’ve been to four dress shops already and have tried on at least twenty dresses. And while it’s fun, it got draining after a while. I’d leave not completely satisfied and worried that my dream dress wasn’t out there.
But all this worry was for naught. This afternoon I walked into the shop confidently and excitedly, with my parents following behind. The bridal consultant – the same one that’s always there – smiled and was as excited to see me put my dream dress on again as I was to wear it. I slipped it on – okay, maybe it was a little more complicated than that – and opened the curtains to my family, beaming and waiting for their opinion.
And instead of gushing out, there was silence. But not the Say Yes to the Dress, “How do I tell her I hate it?” type; their mouths were open in smiles as they took it all in. I swished it back and forth, then asked, “What do you think?”
“It’s gorgeous,” my mom said. “Stunning,” said my dad. “You look beautiful,” said my mom-to-be.
And with that, I had chosen my wedding dress.
It truly is perfect. I’m not going to describe it here, or really to anyone unless it’s in person and my fiancé’s out of earshot. He’s not going to see it (or know anything about it) until I walk down the aisle on the day of our wedding. But it really is everything I want in a dress. When I put it on, I catch myself staring at it, at me, for minutes on end, without realizing I’m doing it. I get into it and I never want to take it off. I look beautiful, and feel even more so. I feel confident and radiant and… and perfect. And very much like me.
And I really truly feel like a bride.
I think I knew that it was the dress when I first put it on, but I still couldn’t help but rush back to the store (which is, both fortunately and unfortunately, within walking distance of my apartment) and put it on again and again, just to make sure. The sample dress fits me perfectly – my consultant even measured me, and my body has the exact dimensions of the dress, minus the added length I need for my height. I take that as a sign that it was meant to be. I’m sure I’ll try it on at least once more before they get my exact dress in; it’s just. It’s so beautiful.
So yes. I have a wedding dress. And it’s beautiful and awesome and everything I’ve ever wanted and more. I can’t wait to wear it in about a year when I walk down the aisle to the man of my dreams. ❤