Dad pulled up to the wedding dress store. “Is this the place?”, he asked. “This is it, dad. I’m sorry. I just would really like your opinon.”

Mom had helped me explain that I had found a dress – but I didn’t love it. It was fine. It was beautiful, actually. But I didn’t feel confident at all.

We walked into the store, and dad walked over a grabbed a dress of the rack. “Here.” he said. “Try this one on first, then you’ll feel better about the one you’ve chosen.”

I’m not a shopper. I’ve never been great at choosing clothes that fit me well. I’m more of a “walk in, get what I need as quickly as possible, try not to try anything on, and leave” kind of gal. I wasn’t looking forward to trying on another dress, but his idea sounded brilliant, so off I went to the dressing room.

I carefully stepped in to the dress. I noticed the beading and lace at the bottom. It was simple and elegant. I asked mom to come into the dressing room and help me zip up. “Oh Katie. It’s really lovely.” I agreed and shyly walked out to see dad.

The smile on his face said it all and I never did try on the other dress.