Happily Ever After: Eight Years Later

We celebrated our eight year wedding anniversary this week. For fun, when my husband got home from work we snuck into our room and pulled out my wedding dress. I have not worn it since we got married, and with the obsession with princesses in this house I wanted to surprise the kids.

I also told him this would be a no-go if my bra/corset were not packed in with the dress. Lucky for everyone, it was.

He got me strapped, hooked and zipped into my dress with minimal swearing or oxygen deprivation. He put his suit coat back on, and we walked into our daughter's room where the kids were having a bedtime story.

My daughter's jaw dropped.

Both my children enthused how beautiful I looked, and I think my mom got a little misty-eyed. Both the dress and cloak were a hit. When I twirled to show them how the skirt swirled, my son asked me if he could be Prince Philip. And so we danced together in the bedroom. He in his fuzzy dinosaur jammies, and I in my beautiful dress.

It was like a fairytale. Sometimes happily ever isn't the end but something we can haul out of storage every eight years. I can't wait for the next time.