I think every mom secretly hopes their daughter will wear her wedding dress. At least a small part of them, right?
But how often does that happen anymore? To be fair, the puffy sleeves and shoulder pads really should be left in the 80s. (I actually love shoulder pads. But whatever.)
But how often does that happen anymore? To be fair, the puffy sleeves and shoulder pads really should be left in the 80s. (I actually love shoulder pads. But whatever.)
My sister and I both wore our own dresses. But we wanted to do something that showed our mom how much she means to us, and also, how much her dress means to us.
Because here's the thing.
A wedding dress symbolizes so much more than marriage. It carries with it a legacy of love and commitment, a legacy that my parents have shown each other for over 30 years.
Because here's the thing.
A wedding dress symbolizes so much more than marriage. It carries with it a legacy of love and commitment, a legacy that my parents have shown each other for over 30 years.
So. We created a plan.
Steal her dress. Take pictures wearing it. And give her the pictures on my sister's wedding day.
Ok but stealing the dress was a lot harder than we anticipated. First of all, the dress was in a box buried in the back of a closet. Second, it's huge. So much tulle. Like why is tulle so heavy.
Then. There was this. My mom weighed 98 pounds soaking wet on her wedding day. I can't even describe the struggle of getting that dress on. Ok mainly getting it over my butt. So. Many. Strange. Positions.
Steal her dress. Take pictures wearing it. And give her the pictures on my sister's wedding day.
Ok but stealing the dress was a lot harder than we anticipated. First of all, the dress was in a box buried in the back of a closet. Second, it's huge. So much tulle. Like why is tulle so heavy.
Then. There was this. My mom weighed 98 pounds soaking wet on her wedding day. I can't even describe the struggle of getting that dress on. Ok mainly getting it over my butt. So. Many. Strange. Positions.
But once my sister and I wiggled our way into our mom's dress.....magic.
Just. Magic.
I cried. She cried. We honestly couldn't stop staring.
This dress. Was so much more than a dress.
Just. Magic.
I cried. She cried. We honestly couldn't stop staring.
This dress. Was so much more than a dress.
And speaking of magic, that moment we gave my mom the pictures was indescribable. Ahh it was just so special and made us all so happy. The connection both my sister and I felt with my mom in that moment was everything.
But I'm basically screwed for every other present I give my mom for the rest of my life.
xoxo,
Marissa
Marissa