Recently, I've made a lot of decisions on the wedding that may or may not thrill Chris, and I've found it to be kind of a hard debate. For instance, I have decided AGAINST a dress that looked amazing on me. Yes, AMAZING. The problem? Chris is definitely a fan of me wearing more conservative clothing in public. And this dress had quite the plunging neckline. No worries, I can just look for one that is similar, but without the cleavage. It's got to be out there, right? The shop owner was trying to tell me that we could alter the dress, and cover more decolletage, but it just wouldn't have looked right.
On the other end of the spectrum, while Chris sometimes refers to my decorating taste as "a rainbow throwing up", I am going with some loud, creative flowers. And I'm as pleased as punch. He'll probably like them, anyway, but I'm loving the craziness and rainbow that's ensuing.
Regardless, I do not believe that this is "my" day. That's always struck me as a crock. It's "our" day, and I AM trying to treat it as such, even if the rainbow is going to be an honored guest.
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