Having daughters become anticipated milestones the moment you hear, "it's a girl!" in the womb.
A little girl. Pretty outfits, Frills and ruffles, bows in their hair. A best little girl friend. School dances and slipping into a wedding dress.
Mariah & Jeremy's wedding is in three months.
Much to do, we went wedding dress shopping yesterday. Coordinating our schedules, we picked Brooke up from school early, went to lunch and met a couple of the the nine bridesmaids at the bridal shop to try on dresses.
The first stop was a monstrosity, I felt my resolve slipping and it didn't go without words. As a mom, it was the experience I had not dreamed of.
It was when we walked into the 2nd bridal shop the atmosphere changed and it was what every mom would hope for. Quiet, organization, a coffee/beverage station that said, "take your time and browse, we've got all the little details covered."
Dresses hung 12" apart for ease in viewing. The selection, impressive. Lighting just right. It all really does add to the experience. Two sales girls dressed looking as if they have an element of class and will help.
We were shown to a private viewing room to put our coats and things down. Told the flow of the dresses, how to turn the dresses and she would do the work carrying them.
Selecting many dresses, we are seated in the viewing room and I can see my little girl in the two walls of mirrors with her arms in the air as wedding dresses were being slipped over her head and honestly, some moments in life become more real than others.
My gosh, my little girl is slipping into a beautiful selection of wedding dresses with one "Aha!" moment that will quickly turn into her wedding day.
The bridesmaids are laughing and talking next to me, but the sound faded as I watched this scene in front of my eyes and her little life flashed through so many stages that brought us to this day.
The first couple of dresses were pretty and we felt an element of hope. Then she walked out in a dress she wanted to try without the diamond studded sash and as we were admiring how pretty it was, when the sash was slipped around her waist, she turned to look in the mirror and her face lit up!
It was perfect.
This was the moment I wanted her to experience. The gasp of breathtaking a perfect. The complete certainty that makes her feel beautiful her wedding day.
Tears often confirm perfect moments and Brooke and I clearly were on the same page.
It was unanimous in a room of girls with different opinions, she found her perfect.
I simply cannot wait to see her walk towards her groom on her wedding day.
