Wedding Gown and SUV
I tossed and turned all night. Nerves and excitement radiated through my body. Would I find the right gown? Will I have the teary experience as seen on TV when the bride just “knows” this is the ONE? Since elementary school, I fantasized about wearing a long, dreamy wedding gown. The bridal consultant greeted my mom, my maid-of-honor and me at the front store door. The consultant asked the style of dress, length, and vision. Listing all of my “no’s,” she cut me off mid-sentence directing me into the fitting room explaining I needed to try on dresses and begin from there. As I stood in the fitting room, my body was taken over by a sea of white marshmallow fluff from gathered material and tulle. I wrestled into my third gown and stepped in front of the 3-way mirror. As seen on TV — I choked up, fanned my face with my hands, and confidently knew, this was the ONE. Thirteen years later, I peruse my wedding album with the warm memory of the experience giving myself permission to feel royal for a day.
My 4-door, silver sedan had been a practical car in mileage, dependability, and size. For the past twelve years, I appreciated getting from point A to B with ease. As reliable the car was it was just as boring. Entertaining the idea of a new vehicle, I fantasized about feeling sexy and sporty and safe on slush covered roads. I test drove a sleek, candy-apple red with black trim SUV and just knew this was the ONE. When I traded my sedan, I placed my hand on the hood with moist eyes thanking it for its dependability and multiple journeys. Now with my new wheels, I feel sporty and sexy with the sun beaming on my face from the open moonroof and Marc Broussard’s “Home” vibrating through the speakers.