Nothing drives home the
realization,
actualization,
light bulb momentization
that Chelsea is getting married
more than
seeing Chelsea
step out of a dressing room
and onto a platform riser
and onto a platform riser
pass the hankies, please
Looking at Chelsea,
the baby girl I used to hold in my arms...
stand in front of me
in a wedding dress,
opens up my emotional floodgates,
flooding my mind with a montage of
pictures of her growing up.
the baby girl I used to hold in my arms...
stand in front of me
in a wedding dress,
opens up my emotional floodgates,
flooding my mind with a montage of
pictures of her growing up.
I can't help but ask myself.....
"Self, where did the days (and years) go?"
Chelsea's dress-up days
didn't seem that long ago.
"Self, where did the days (and years) go?"
Chelsea's dress-up days
didn't seem that long ago.
Anywhooo…..
The ultimate dress-up day
will occur this fall,
The ultimate dress-up day
will occur this fall,
and I'm sooo happy to go with Chelsea
to look at all the wedding dresses
the city of Atlanta has to offer.
the city of Atlanta has to offer.
Something tells me that we will look at quite a
few of them before a decision is made.
few of them before a decision is made.
Is 999 too many?
(I do remember going with her to find a prom dress.)
But
I do know this…
when Chelsea puts on
THE dress…
THE dress…
there will be no question in her mind.
She will
unequivocally
undeniably
indubitably
know
FOR SURE
and
unequivocally
undeniably
indubitably
know
FOR SURE
and
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