Sentimental Journey

I've never been a sentimental person--tender-hearted maybe--but not sentimental. So my tears the other day took me by surprise.  I knew Stephanie's dress had come in and that she had her first fitting appointment scheduled.  No big deal.  I'd get to see her dress again the next time I flew down to visit.  Her fitting wasn't even on my mind that morning.  I was at work, writing on my computer, when my cell phone pinged.  I looked at the screen and it was Stephanie. 

 "About to go try my dress on."

Me:
"Oooh, can you get a picture to send me?

Steph:
"Nichole's going with me so I' sure we can lol."
 
I was so happy for Steph.  For about a half a second.  Then I realized that I wasn't going to be there with her for her first fitting.  I teared up a little but was able to  brush away the few tears that spilled out.  I grabbed my phone to send Steph another text. But I couldn't. By then I was crying so hard I couldn't see the cell phone screen. What the heck???? 

Somehow not being with my daughter for her first wedding dress fitting hit me really hard.  I realized how much I wanted to be there. Thank God for technology--her friend Nicole texted me pics as Steph turned this way and that in front of the bridal salon mirrors.  Even so it wasn't the same as being there and sharing that bridal dress fitting experience.  Me, sentimental?  Well, maybe I am, just a little bit.