I kept feeling like I wasn't doing it right! I was walking out of this consignment shop with a gorgeous dress for 1/4 of the budget we put aside and I wasn't excited like the women I always see on TV. I was happy. Relieved to knock it off of my checklist. Hoping that Marcell's heart would drop when he saw me walking down the aisle. But I wasn't ecstatic. There were no happy tears. No leaps for joy.

Driving home that evening it finally hit me. The dress was cool. I was looking forward to spending the day with all of my family and friends. I was happy to dance. Happy to make a commitment to the man of my dreams in front of all of the people that mean the most to me and to God. But none of that did it for me. I got most excited thinking about the day after I wore the dress. The day I would finally be his wife. The life we would be building together. The dress was cool, but saying "yes" to the dress wasn't it for me... saying yes to marrying my soulmate is what I'm most looking forward to. Beyond the dress, beyond the day, beyond my wildest dreams, I'm sure.