Well, I did it. I picked a wedding dress. T is going to be very surprised. Funny thing about finding the dress – even when you think, “Yep, this is it. I want to look at pictures of this dress on me on the happiest day ever fondly for decades,” there is still a bit of fear the second you leave the store. What if T hates it? What if they order the wrong dress? What if it doesn’t look the best on my body? What if I showed up naked? Would naked be better than this dress? And that’s how I beat that fear. Because, no. Naked would not be better.