My wedding dress is here. It’s hanging in a bag on the door of our bedroom. Every morning I look at it when I get up. Every night I see it when I go to bed. I want to put it on and dance around every day, but I don’t.
We’re not planning a traditional wedding. So, scream if you want - I really don’t care - Don has seen it. I always value his opinion and was about to unload a bucket of money on this item of clothing so I showed him.
“Does this dress make you want to marry me and vow to spend the rest our lives together?”“You could be wearing a burlap sack and I’d still want to marry you.”
I wanted to point out that since burlap sacks are A LOT cheaper than wedding dresses and since Don is well-known in these parts for his frugality, he’d probably prefer the burlap sacks.
But as our friend Suzanne always points out, when a statement can be taken one of two ways, always go with the version that flatters you more.
So, I took Don’s comment to mean he loved the dress and loved it on me even more.