Daughter knows best

So yesterday, I called my dad and told him I had registered for Fall classes.

Anyone who really knows me knows that my dad and I haven't always seen eye to eye.

Well, when I called him yesterday he said that he was going to come by my work today and give me 200 bucks for books.

Well today, waking up, I try to not think about it all day. I keep checking the clock, waiting for 1pm because that's when he said he was going to show.

My tables all cleared out and I was cleaned up and cashed out by 1ish.

I sat down and talked with Deanna and Deb for a while and around 1:30-1:45, I decided I wasn't going to wait anymore.

I go back to the kitchen, grab and Coke and walk to leave when I hear my dad.

He was there, late but there.

He gave me the 200 bucks which really helped me with my books and we went to Rosie's for lunch.

As my wedding approaches and the thought of children gets closer and closer, I realize that not only do I need my dad in my life at this point but I want him to be. But he needs to want to, or its all for nothing.

He says he wants to be active in the wedding planning and I'll let him, I just hope it's not setting me up for another disappointment.

That's a chance I'm going to take. I'm just glad that I am breaking that cycle. My mom didn't have a dad, I didn't have a dad, but my kids will. Jason is going to be the best father and (god forbid) if anything happened between us, I know he wouldn't ditch his children.

I'm going to let him back in. And when he disappoints again (because he will) I'll be just as upset.
But that's fathers and daughters.

Here comes the Bride???

So today, while Jason had class, I decided to drive and try on (REPEAT: TRY ON) wedding dresses. I figured "I have over a year", "There's plenty of time", "I'll just go look and see what looks good on me", "I'm too fat to be really thinking about it now", etc, etc.

So I go.

I tell Breanna, my dress consultant that I am just looking. She says she understands and that it's good I am starting now.

I try about 3 (well, 3 good ones at least, the other were U.G.L.Y.)

And she tells me to try on this really pretty halter.

So I do.

Tears.

I ask to see it with a sash (because I want a sash).

And I do.

More tears.

She asks if I want to see it with a veil.

I say "Sure"

Bawling.

I have a wedding dress.

It's on hold. Jason's mom is going with me next weekend so I can get another opinion.

I just can't believe it....I have a wedding dress. For my wedding. To the most wonderful man in the world. And I do not deserve him. I'm just hoping he never realizes it, that he's too good for me. Because without him, I fall apart. He's my everything.

And I am going to marry him and have tiny him's and we'll live happily ever after.


-Sam

In case you were wondering:
PICTURES!!!!


Ignore the pink thing. My sash is black satin and the bow goes behind all the way to the end of the dress and it has a really pretty beading in it.
That's my veil. It's elbow length and has black satin trim to match the black satin cummerbund style sash around my waist. And it's tiered so I can use one of those as the blusher.


And the best part...no train AND it's long enough and Jason is shorter than me so I can wear flip flops. Ghetto? Yes! Comfortable? YES!!!!