I found my wedding dress.

I did not cry, but I got a little choked up.

Because I finally found "The one."

My mother likes it. My mother-in-law liked it. My friend/bridesmaid liked it. It fit like a glove and makes me look slimmer. It didn't feel costume-y. It doesn't look like anything else I've ever put on. And I liked it. I felt like it was a dress that would make HTB cry when he sees it.

And it's not a dress that a lot of girls try on, the salesgirl said. It comes in 55 different trim colors, I tried it on in ivory and black. A gorgeous dress, but I'm not daring enough to go for color like that, so I chose champagne trim. The girl said other girls aren't willing to think past the bold brights and want to see it in a neutral. I guess I'm more willing to go on faith that if it was stunning in black, it would be gorgeous in champagne. And I like that 900 people won't wear my exact dress this year. I want to be a bit different, and this is different without wierdness or costumery.

And so I have my dress. And I can't bear to wait 10 to 12 weeks for it to come in, LOL. But, 10-12 weeks will put me at the end of may, less than 5 months from the big day, and, since I told HTB last night, I can't wait to get married, this is something I can look forward to, knowing I'll be that much closer to "the day."