Bliss

This post by Melissa on dearbaby got me thinking about my wedding day and I went on a desperate search through my computer files to find photos from that day.  I couldn't remember if I had transferred them when I got a new computer or not, but alas, I found them tucked away in a little folder labeled 2006.

This day was my absolute favorite.  In the photo above, we had just arrived at our reception and were still basking in the glory of sharing our vows.  What better way to celebrate a life altering event then to dance around on Capital Street.

Oh, this dress.  I loved this dress.  We drove all over Mississippi to find the perfect dress. At the store, it resided on a manikin because it was brand new.  It called everyones name but my own.  It was the total opposite of what I wanted.  I wanted simple, straight cut with a sweetheart neckline.  It was big, billowy, and reminded me a of a princess in a down comforter.  Don't get me wrong, I enjoy down comforters, but princess was not my style.  They convinced me to try it on and it started whispering my name.  I fought it so hard.  It wasn't until I visited 3 other stores that it started shouting my name and I knew it was meant to be mine. 

Another fun fact about that day. I didn't want to wear a veil.  I was totally against it and was NOT going to get one of those wiry layered poof balls that attaches to my gorgeous locks (heh). So what did I do? I got the longest veil imaginable. I found absolutely nothing in the store that would suffice, so I had one made of the thinnest, softest, and obviously longest piece of material they could find.  Of course, it got trampled and my hair got pulled left and right, but I wouldn't have had it any other way.

Oh my.  These pictures make me want to go pull that dress out of the obnoxiously huge box and go dance in the street while someone takes my picture.  Seriously, can we make that happen?

It also makes me want to get all of these lovely ladies above together, dressed up in ballroom gowns, while we dance the hokey pokey and practice our kissy faces.

Another realization.  This little dress has been sitting in my closet untouched since we returned from our honeymoon (and those shoes!).  No worries, I will pull them out and take them for a spin this summer.  Hold me to it!