Today I had the great honor of going wedding dress shopping with my friend Becky. I love dresses. One of my ultimate life goals is to wear a dress every day of the week. (Really, it is.) I love being a pretty, pretty princess.
So I LOVE wedding dress shopping, which is the Ultimate. The Super Bowl of female beauty, if you will (for you men out there who don't understand what the big deal is about wedding dresses). Women love to be beautiful. God made us beautiful for the delight of our husbands. And the wedding day is the ultimate expression of that. It's what we were made for. (OK, don't go all feminist on me, it's one part of what we were made for. But a really, really fun part!)
Anyway, we had a long day of shopping. The first shop was a super cute boutique with great service but boutique prices. The second one the lady kept calling us "kid" (though she was in middle school when I graduated college, probably) and agreeing with every single syllable we uttered. The third place, Becky tried on one dress, and that was it. It was the one. It was so perfect and wonderful. I can't tell you about it, of course. But it's good.