That night she had dinner with her dad. She spilled the beans to him that she wanted to go with her girls, and I wasn't part of the equation. He told her to let me down easy, that my feelings would probably be hurt. He was right.
I felt like she put a stake through my heart when she said she didn't want me to go shopping with her. I mean come on! That's totally in my wheelhouse! That is the one thing in my life that I know I can do right.
I gave it some thought and decided this was a rite of passage for teenagers and let go of any hurt feelings. I relinquished having control and agreed...
Fast forward two weeks later. I get a call from my daughter. She needs me to take her shopping for THE DRESS. She and her girls couldn't make schedules sync up.
I tried to contain my overjoyed self.
I could have at least kept up the cool facade. I would have been fine, but my jumping up and down while screaming gave me away.
I told you that story, so I could tell you this one...
My darling daughter and I were going shopping for - THE DRESS. Before my giddiness could set in, she sat me down to go over the rules. She only wanted black and/or gold. That's a period. And...
1. Nothing long
2. Nothing with sparkles (How am I going to do this? Shudders at the thought of nothing sparkley.)
3. Nothing with ruffles
In my head I thought "dear fashion God's, does a dress like this even exist?"
I did my best to bring her everything she asked for. I was doing a great job. We put some dresses on hold and were on our way out of the store when she did a 180 in front of me. It almost gave me whiplash.
I could see her dreamy eyes staring at something. And it looked like that something was wonderful.
Imagine my surprise when I saw what it was.
And isn't she? Pretty in pink.
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