NOT bridezilla

Here's a photo of my beautiful (and tired) little girl from the day she found her perfect wedding gown. I don't want to give too much away, so I'm not showing the whole dress. But it's gorgeous, and it's perfect for her.

She is so not bridezilla. She has been fun and considerate and very dollar-conscious through everything, so far.

Last Saturday, we went back to the bridal store for the first fitting of her gown. She put on her Cinderella shoes and I buttoned her up, and she stepped onto the platform to receive the attentions of the alterations lady. About halfway through the hem-pinning, she looked over at me and mouthed, "I'm so hot." Her face had gone ghost-white, her lips were colorless, her eyes had deep purple circles. "Stop, stop, stop!" she said. "I'm going to pass out."

They sat her down in a chair and got her a cold cloth. After a little rest, her color came back and she tried it again. Mommy stood with her and held her hand. She lasted about two minutes before she had to sit and put her head between her knees.

It took four tries to get through the whole fitting, and I have to wonder how accurate the hem is going to be considering all the stops and starts. Poor Codie looked so sick! But we got through it.

Back in the dressing room, she stepped out of her shoes and then said, "Whoa! I feel fine now. I think it's my shoes." I said, "You think your shoes are pinching your brain?"

Outside the store, I burst into laughter. "What's funny?" Codie said. I told her, "Now all the old ladies in there think you're pregnant!" Codie screamed in horror. It was the best laugh I had all day.

I think we're going to have to assign a team on her wedding day to stand by to hold her up, if necessary.