so, i was home last week looking at venues and wedding dress shopping. and i cried a of couple times.
my mom and i spent two days going from venue to venue that had a date open even remotely near the one matt and i wanted. and matt liked none of them — from afar. so i cried. (we ultimately found one we're quite happy with, i posted about it earlier.)
then i went dress shopping with my m.o.b., m.o.g., m.o.h. and future s.i.l. (i get the acronym thing from the army men in my life. o.m.g., i kind of like it.) and i cried that horrible happy cry you cry when you say yes to the dress. i never thought i'd be that girl, but i should have known the karma would come back on me when i named my wedding dress inspiration folder "that girl."
anyway. i posted earlier about first dance songs. ready for a real tearjerker? father-daughter dance songs. there aren't enough hankies on earth. the only thing saving me is the fact that my dad can't dance and i'll most likely laughcry the whole time.
and you know what's worse? my dad's a bigger crier than i am. i could play "baby got back" and my dad would cry. in fact, let's laugh at that right now: