Never again...

It has happened. The day that I have been dreaming of since I was a little girl has come and gone. All of my expectations were fulfilled and the day is over. I will never again have that day back. It was {everything} that I had hoped for.

As I drove up to Syracuse on Saturday with my mother, maid of honor, and wedding planner, I could feel myself saying. This is real. The car ride was full of laughter and questions about the big day. We talked about the details that I had already planned and of the details that I would be planning soon. We talked about what dresses to try on. What styles I liked and what styles I never wanted to see. My heart was racing. This is real.

As we walked into David's Bridal, I was nervous. The lady at the front counter had me fill out paperwork about Roger and myself. I was shaking. It was really happening. It was real. My friends and family started to pull dresses and my heart sank. Polyester after polyester after polyester. I was so disappointed in the material of the dresses. I thought no way am I going to find a dress that I wanted.

I slipped into my dressing room and put on the most uncomfortable slip so that I would be smooth under the dresses. (May I add that after dress #2 I took it off). My consultant slipped a dress over my head and said alright let's go show them. My face was pale. I wanted to throw up. It was real. It happened. The moment of my first wedding dress was over. Everyone loved the dress. I felt okay in it. It was not my first choice for a dress but it was beautiful.

I tried on dress after dress after dress. The more dresses I put on, the more comfortable I became. Shannon, my MOH, quickly got the hang of slipping me in and out of dresses. She is my best friend. She knows me better than anyone and I was thrilled to spend that time with her. Then it happened, I put on the one dress that everyone said "that is your wedding dress." It was beautiful. My mom and Jeanne teared up. It was classic and flawless. However, I couldn't help but notice that it did not have anything that I had originally wanted. My fiance reads my blog, so I will not go into details, but trust me when I say that it wasn't "the one".

As everyone was wiping there eyes, I looked over to another bride and she had my dress on! I told my consultant to get that dress. It is everything that I wanted. My family was like really? No that is not for you. This is for you. I insisted on trying it on. As my MOH helped me into the dress of my dreams, she admitted to me that this was the dress for me. She knew it as soon as I put it on. I walked out with my head held high and told them that if I had to make a choice today. This was the dress for me. They were shocked! However, after the consultant added some simple touches to the dress, everyone quickly agreed that I was right. I had on the dress of my dreams.

I did not buy that dress. I am convinced that I can find another one that I love and is made of Satin. This dress had the qualities that I loved it but I think that there may be another dress out there for me. I feel like I cannot have found my dress quite yet but who knows maybe I have... I guess we will wait and see!