Mom suggested that I try on my gown for my dad last night. Well, I jumped at the chance to put my dress on again! I put on the shoes and undergarments, then Mom assisted me in getting into my dress. Let me tell you, it feels so good when it is zipped up on me. The seamstress did a really nice job making the dress Dezi-sized. We grabbed my veil and my bouquet (Mom finished the bouquets last week. We are having artificial flowers, of course) and made Dad hide in the kitchen while we came down the stairs and Mom arranged my train behind me.
When we told Dad he could look, the expression on his face was priceless. (And no, he did not cry.) We even practiced walking together, like we will on July 23rd. I've dreamed about the day when my dad would walk me down the aisle, and standing next to him, arm in arm, in my wedding gown, I realized that it is going to happen very soon. I love you, Dad. I love you, Mom. Thank you both for helping to make this wedding everything I dreamed it would be, and more!