could feel the fabric and beading. and i asked him if he liked my dress. he grunted.
i’m taking that as a yes.
there are no pictures of my moment. i chose not to have them. but i will always have the memory of sharing my dress with my family and my sweet daddy. i made my moment and i’m not ashamed of it nor do i feel selfish for doing it. it was easily one of the best things that i have ever done and i will always, always have that special memory. 