Earlier this month, Stephanie and I traveled to Saratoga with my best friend from college Pam and her lovely daughter Jacqueline. The purpose? To look at wedding gowns.
My little girl is grown now – graduated from high school, undergraduate, Master’s. She is starting her dream job next month as a school librarian in an amazing progressive school in Vermont. When she made her choice for a husband, she chose well, and we can not wait to make Kevin an official member of the family. Since he proposed in February, they have been making plans for their life together.
Which includes a wedding. And a dress.
So we went to Saratoga to start the process. Imagine our surprise when she found THE dress at the first place we went. Every gown she tried on looked beautiful, but when she walked out in the seventh dress, she was beaming. “This is it!” she said. And we all knew.
The next day, Stephanie wanted her Dad to see her dress. The one she will wear during that first dance. This time, Pam’s other two lovely daughters, Allissa and Samantha went with us to see the dress. While we were waiting for Stephanie to come out of the dressing room, Allissa trained the camera on my husband.
This is what he looked like the first time he saw his little girl in a wedding gown. Isn’t it sweet?
And in case you don't remember it, here is the last part of the song “Butterfly Kisses”:
She'll change her name today.
She'll make a promise and I'll give her away.
Standing in the bride-room just staring at her.
She asked me what I'm thinking and
I said "I'm not sure-
I just feel like I'm losing my baby girl."
She leaned over...gave me butterfly kisses with her mama there,
Sticking little white flowers all up in her hair
"Walk my down the aisle, Daddy-it's just about time."
"Does my wedding gown look pretty, Daddy? Daddy, don't cry!"
I know I gotta let her go, but I'll always remember
every hug in the morning and butterfly kisses.
Now this song may be a little saccharine, but as Jim says, “Hey, I’m cheesy, what can I say?” And on the wedding day, Jim will take her out on the dance floor and dance to the song that they made their own all those years ago while dancing in the kitchen. Only this time, she will be dancing on her own two feet!
Footnote: This is sort of what it looks like: http://bit.ly/bShmnv But prettier. :-)
I have a photo of her in it, but I don’t want to post it in case Kevin reads my blog post.