My mother was so very excited for us to get married and I know she would want to have gone with her only daughter to look at pretty gowns for our special day. Here is the moment she found out we were engaged:
(I apologize for the poor quality, all I can find is the FB link right now)
It wasn't as overwhelming as I thought. I think that is in part because Ian didn't make it into a huge deal and he was of course overly gushy about how pretty I am (fellas, take note!) I wore mom's ashes in the locket I picked out and I leaned toward pink gowns because she and I were not one for tradition, pink is cool, and clearly at 35 a virginal white gown is a joke. Whatevz.
I haven't made a final choice yet but I am keeping in mind that she would want me to wear something I feel great in not something others would expect me to wear. She was always a confident person and I know that rubbed off on me in many ways. So, if I want to wear a pink dress with sequin flowers and a crazy tiara, I will. Or if I decide to go the traditional white dress route, then so be it. Because it's a day of celebration for everyone, including Mom, wherever she may be.
PS: she and I also always had a smirk and awkward posture when someone else took our picture:
