Commitment

A year ago, I got engaged; 

less than five months later, I was married.

Although it was a whirlwind of planning and

emotion, I can't imagine doing it any 

other way because it was my way.

 Vowing to share my life with Matty

 'until death do us part' was easy;

committing to a dress, 

however, was an act of devotion 

I found almost impossible to pledge.

I tried on scores of dresses, borrowed 

from the closets of everyone I knew

and from Angelina, Priscilla and David, too; 

I felt pressured to make a decision but

although most looked great, none felt right.

Both Matt and I are careful decision makers,

but once he makes a decision, he is resolute.

Hell, he entered Neiman's to buy his 

wedding suit one afternoon as Matt only 

to exit an hour later as Mr. Armani. 

For me, it wasn't that easy but

still, I refused to settle. It may take

me a long time to make a choice,

but once I do, I'm resolute, too. 

 After all, I wasn't single for 

a decade for lack of suitors...

A week before the wedding, 

I was still without the dress when 

it materialized out of a pile of lace and silk.

Funny, I guess it had been there all the time.

Choosing a wedding dress is like 

choosing the man to wear it for.

There are countless beautiful dresses: 

the more you try on, the more perfect 

for you each one will appear in 

the eyes of others. And the more 

pressure you'll feel to ma ke a purchase.  

But it's not their dress; it's yours

and you'll know when it's the one.

After all, their eyes may see but your heart will know.