It’s a moment I’ve dreamed about since I was a little girl. The sales associate walks into my dressing room with a handful of beautiful, glistening, white dresses. Emotions are consuming me as I step into the first dress. Tears are starting to roll down my cheeks as I think about what this means. I will soon be a wife. A farm wife who will drive the combine until wee hours of the morning and check on the cows in the middle of the night. A wife who will make suppers for the men in the field and tidy the house when it’s dirty.
These are happy tears. I can’t help but stare at myself in awe of the dress. It’s beautiful. It’s everything I could have possibly asked for and more. I can hear my mom and soon to be mother-in-law laughing in the waiting area as they wait for me to come out. I open the dressing room door and silence falls as I take my first step towards the seating area. They both start to cry as I step up on the pedestal. The lace is so delicate and every single sparkle on the belt glistens in the light.
The sales associate looks at me, searching for approval, and as I give her the nod as if to say this is the one, she heads over with the bell. “Make a wish” she says. As I start to shake the bell I become the happiest I’ve ever been. My life is about to change but in the best way possible. My new role as a wife is one I’ve been waiting for since I met this man and it will soon be here.