Once Upon a Time....

Once upon a time, almost 27 years ago, I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl...somehow, pink glowed all around her.  She grew and grew into a typical girly-girl who had definitive taste from the time she could speak. Hot pink was her first favorite color.  At three years old, a must-have was a wardrobe of skirts that spin. When we went clothes shopping, the spinning capacity was crucial to choosing every skirt she picked.  She would spin left, then right, in front of the mirror in the dressing room.  The higher and faster the skirt spun, the better it was.  This was extremely important.  Pants were not an option. Long, straight, swinging hair was also desirable; however, my girl had Shirley-Temple curls that grew out instead of down. So, she would improvise.  A long tee-shirt, that had a small neck opening would be worn just at the beginning of her hairline, inside out, so the sleeves would not show, and the body of the shirt would serve as her swinging hair.  She could have any color hair she wanted-hot pink (her favorite), yellow, blue, black- it didn't even have to match the spinning skirt.  Her socks didn't have to match at all; as a matter of fact, she enjoyed wearing mismatched socks. It was a very unusual style, but it was hers, nonetheless.  

My girly-girl grew into an even girlier girl and dreamed of all the girly things girls dream of. 

At four, she was planning her Sweet Sixteen.  At eight, she was planning what she would wear to her High School Prom.  At ten, she was planning her wedding.  That plan went sour when she kept meeting and dating the wrong guy, one after the other.  And then, finally at 26 years old, her dream came true and she met Mr. Right, her handsome prince.  Now, the girly girl has a shiny, shiny ring on her tiny manicured ring-finger, tons of girly bridal magazines and is planning her wedding, for real.  This blog is a year in the life of her mother, me, as we embark on a wedding journey.