I kinda knew that I'd have to wear a dress.
I knew she wanted black.
I thought... awesome, I will finally have a dress I can wear to funerals and the mormons won't scowl at me for wearing pants in their sacred zone.
Lord, this is NOT a funeral dress.
But it was important to the girl.
That made it important to me.
I've told her all along that her wedding was hers. F*** what other people told her. This is YOUR time to do what YOU want. And she wanted this of me. I was uncomfortable, but I complied.
I was shaking, truth to tell, this was so, NOT ME. But in the sizing, I found a dress that I would wear. It was a fluke. The gal brought a dress to figure out my size and I liked it.
I'll share the photo if Jess sends it. It will be all in black, not in bumble bee yellow.
I am such a simple person, this is totally out of my league.
ahahaha I need to find shoes that Jamie (my sDaughter) would wear. I can do that.
But I'd do anything for that girl.
She wrapped me around her heart the day she was born and has held me captive ever since.