She wants me to look like a million bucks, too, which is probably why she nixed the feather boa. (Shock of the world.) And, volunteered to take me shopping. When she picked me up at the airport she announced that, on wedding day, our hair and make up will be done by some pro. Yikes. Let's hope she's a highly talented pro. 'Cause I need all the help I can get.
My little girl would be a stunner in a trash bag. (Which could have saved a bundle on that wedding gown. Hmmm. Why didn't we think of that sooner?)
As for me? Well, it doesn't matter how I fix my hair. I always look like I've been drinking.
Last night, I tried on the pretty dress she picked out for me ~ it's a lovely, print pattern of bright, autumn colors. As I stared at myself in the mirror, I thought... Oh, man, why didn't we go with basic black?
Because that talk of feather boas is simple silliness. I was born a wallflower. Most comfy blending into the woodwork. 100% satisfied, standing on the sidelines.It got me thinking about how I raised her right. With significantly more confidence than I'll ever possess. We may not be very much alike. And, yet we're two peas in that proverbial pod.
The bestest of friends, in addition to being a great Mother/Daughter team.
I feel very blessed to have a child in my life who doesn't make me crazy. (Well, not all that often, anyway.) And, I think she's very blessed to have found a soul mate so early in life.
Three cheers for this happy couple :)
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