Well it seems unlikely has become likely. When I spied this dress designer dress on a discount rack, four months ago I had to have it. I nearly wept when I peeked inside at the size....and then I did what any crazed fashionista would do, I tried (to try) it on. When Sam's attempt to zip it up from his tiny dressing room stool failed, I gathered up all my self esteem, cantelevered my half-zipped self from my slatted dressing room door and beckoned a saleswoman to zip it up for me. Nearly a size and a half too small and a size I haven't worn since having the boys. I remarked to the sales-lady as she grabbed handfuls of back fat and stuffed them inside the dress and turned beet red struggling with the zipper, while screaming "suck it in mama!" that I still had a touch of baby weight to lose, but I hoped I'd get there, someday. And, I did.
In the back of my closet, and the back of my mind, I kept this little number, until today, when I thought, "It's now or never girl!" I slipped it on and zipped it with ease, twirled once for Pete and then whooped loudly and obnoxiously for goals and deadlines and just-in-cases and the perfect dress for the perfect occasions that may or may not ever happen, but sometimes, just sometimes do (fingers crossed).
Tomorrow afternoon, I will suit up for a "Meet & Greet" with the man himself (along with 399 other well deserving people) in hopes that I can shake his hand and make all my doubts and fears and the hardships of the past year melt away when I come face to face with the man (not the political party or the senseless arguments over which we are divided as a country), an individual who represents change in our country and in the lives of all its people and who inspired us, as a family, to choose to drastically change our lives, in the hopes of aiding and inspiring change in millions more is worth meeting in my book....and looking fabulous.
[Cue National Anthem]