My dress is here. It was delivered to my office at 3:00 p.m.
I stared at the box for the rest of the afternoon and then took it home. D's covering the Hornets-Spurs game, so he wasn't home to see my glowiness.
I opened the box, peeled away the bubble wrap and discovered that the seller had sent me a rosary as a wedding gift.
(Considering we just met with Father Pat on Friday, that was weird...but very, very sweet.)
So I pulled it out of the box, and discovered that it was in the original garment bag with the tags still attached. So I tried it on...
...and it was perfect.
I've never felt like a princess before in my life - but when I put this dress on (minus the fact that Charlie kept standing on the chapel-length train), I felt absolutely beautiful. I was glowing.
Even worse, I almost cried. If you know me, you know I don't easily cry.
I told D. some of this, and he said, "Wow, hon. I sure hope I don't faint when I see you in it."
For the first time, I feel like a real bride.