I have decided that I am far too picky for my own good. I like to pretend on occasion that it is because I know what I want in life, but... we all know better. :) Actually, it is strange. Most often, it is about the most random things that I am picky.
Take this past week for example. I decided that since I am what could be classified as a slob, I should probably have a different dress for the luncheon after the wedding.
Sounds simple enough, right? Yes... Except I know exactly what kind of dress I want. you know those fifties-style dresses? Think Audrey Hepburn style: flared skirt, fitted bodice. I ADORE those dresses, and I think they look very ladylike.
There is one problem, though. those dresses are really hard to find! Let me rephrase that: the dresses are really hard to find for a decent price. I should know. Jeremy realized that I want this particular dress, and he began to search tirelessly. For me. Have I mentioned that I love that man? I kid you not, he searched for so long; I was even tired of searching! And I did not make the job easy. Every time he pulled up a dress, I would veto it. "Too short. Not poufy enough. Too low of a neckline." I am sure I drove him crazy. But he kept searching, and eventually we found the style I am looking for.
I admit, I have not bought it yet, but I at least now have an idea of where to find the dress I love. I also learned something very important. Jeremy wants me to be happy. I knew that before, but it is little miracles like this that make me remember how lucky I am--and I hope I never forget that--dress or no dress!
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