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!!!!