


It is all a good thing, but yet when you first see her walk out of that dressing room, it will put a lump in your throat, and your heart does a big heart sigh....it is amazing all the things you think about when she is trying them on....you think about the time she was a little child and just beginning to walk, to the time you wanted to ring her neck because of the 'boy' she thought was the 'end all' 'be all'.....when you catch her on the house phone at 11:30 to sneak to talk to him....then you begin to think beyond the day....beyond the dress....what kind of a wife will she be....how many children will she have....will she think of me as a 'good mom' as she ventures down that road with children of her own....yes....it is amazing all the thoughts....then you come back to...oh my goodness...that dress is HOW MUCH! HA!