Story time

Today I did something I have been wanting to do for quite awhile now. A few months after Isabelle was born, I tried on my wedding dress, just to see how far off I was from my wedding day size. Big mistake. I knew it wouldn't fit. But I tried it on anyway. As you can guess after two babies in less than two years, 3 years after that wedding day...I couldn't even begin to zip the darn thing up. Well....when we moved to Utah I slowly started to shed some weight. A couple pounds a month, slow and steady. It's not like I have lost some huge number, I am not a very big person to begin with but I definitely could stand to lose some poundage.
Well, mission accomplished. I am not in the process of shedding any more right now, but thought for the heck of it I would drag that dress out again. Now, yes, I have shed some...in fact, I weigh about what I did when we got married...but don't mistake that to mean this body looks the same. TWO kids later...things are not as pretty. The numbers on the scale are great but things have shifted, sagged a bit, you know...I don't think I need to paint the whole entire picture...no one wants to see that, but that is the price you pay for being able to create life! Mostly worth it ;) So...back to the story...
I brought it (the dress in its boxes) in from the garage and the girls watched, not knowing what was going on. Finally, after pulling it from inside 3 boxes, Riley exclaimed, "It's a beautiful dress!" I explained that yes, it was beautiful and that I wore it on the day Daddy and Mommy went to the temple and were married. She said she would like to get married in the temple (I think partly because she will get to wear a beautiful dress and partly because we talk about it with her all the time anyway).
I put the dress on...and UP, UP, UP the zipper went. The whole freaking way! And Riley said, "I want to give you a hug" Little girls idolize princesses and when I put that dress on, that is what I became in the eyes of my soon-to-be three year old.

Anyway, it was precious and fun and I wanted to journal it before I forgot the things she said. Isabelle didn't seem too impressed. She was more happy to play with the boxes the dress was packed away in.