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We spent 2 days going to every store in a 40-mile radius to find a Prom dress...

Let me first say, I don’t really enjoy long shopping trips because I tire easily, and my daughter isn’t the easiest person to shop for—-she’s unlike any female I’ve ever met!LOL

She doesn’t like ANYTHING, so shopping for her (and with her) is an impossible task!  

We went to several shopping centers outside of our county, and a few bridal shops; if it wasn’t one thing it was another and while my daughter was fussing over minor details I was getting worried that she might end up not going to the Prom at all.

She tried on some very sweet dresses and also some very expensive gowns and still she couldn’t find anything she liked.

She explained to me that just because I liked her in a particular dress, it didn’t mean SHE liked being in it!!! Aarrrggghhh!

We called it a night (Friday) and started out again on Saturday, but this time I was determined to get her a dress.  

We ended up at a store that specializes in beauty, makeup, accessories and gowns for all occasions. Luckily the store was a huge warehouse and so there were lots of things to look at.  

We looked at every dress under the sun and I listened patiently as my daughter made insulting comments like, “...who is crazy enough to go out in this ridiculous thing..?”  I hate to admit it, but for the most part, the dresses looked like a train-wreck waiting to happen! LOL

Then as we came to the back of the store (and running out of options!) my daughter stopped and stared at a dress on a mannequin. Wouldn’t you know it, it was the only one of its kind. The store clerk was more than happy to give us the dress and my daughter disappeared into the dressing room.

At this point I was in desperate need of a chair and some motrin. All I could think of was, “please God, I hope she likes it“.

When my child came out from the fitting room I saw a gorgeous care-free young lady who wasn’t a child any more...
She smiled and her eyes twinkled and she said “something told me that this was the one.”

I happily paid for it and we rushed home to show her dad. The pour guy, all he could do was GULP when he saw her in this dress. (he later told me, he would have to have the father-with-the-shotgun talk with the boy who comes to get her!)hahahahahaha

All I could think this weekend was how fast she grew up and she’s not a baby any more!

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