We found a dress.
My daughter, my sister, my niece and I shopped the bridal boutiques of suburban Chicago on Saturday and found a dress that met all of my daughter’s requirements. It looks great on her, it is within budget and it can be delivered before August.
She was a trooper. Four appointments. Dozens of dresses. Lots of laughter, wine, beer, food and fun.
A true girls’ weekend, with my daughter on center stage. She survived.
The dress is actually a bridesmaid’s dress. Not the poofy, bling-y shiny things that so many brides seem to want these days. Hers is simple, classy, gorgeous. We were only able to see it in magenta-of all colors-in the store, but she has ordered it in ivory. She is having several alterations made to it, so there is at least one more weekend in Chicago in our future. That one should be less stressful and more fun.
My sister really came through for me. I can’t explain how much it meant to me.
Our youngest sister just seemed to be there with us, somehow. She always felt something special with my daughter. They had many shared interests and they looked alike, even had many similar mannerisms. My youngest sister worked in a bridal store at one point in her life, and had been making bridal head pieces just before her death. One of those had just been featured in Brides magazine at the time of my sister’s death. We all knew how much she would have enjoyed this past weekend had she been alive.
When I arrived home this afternoon, it was to about a half-foot of wet, heavy snow. The roads were wet and slippery, and we barely made it up the driveway to the house. I came in the house, closed the door and haven’t even looked outside since.
As Merle keeps telling me, every day we are one day closer to April. Snow is just a temporary inconvenience at this point.
In no time it is going to be August.
And we will be watching that dress on our daughter as she walks down the beach for her wedding celebration in Montana.