Can't I just wear a nice white pantsuit that covers a multitude of sins? I asked myself. Yet something about those white dresses called to me. I told myself it was for my fiancé, but if I had been honest, he could have cared less about the dress. He only cared about what was under the dress, so I should have stopped staring at the cupcake store next to the Bridal Shop.
I act on impulse a lot. This is one of the main reasons I adore my husband. He stands by me through all of my whims, and supports each decision... bad or good. There are times he is smiling and probably doubting my decision, but he would never let me know. We are each other's cheerleaders. So, the boudoir shoot was a whim I didn't think through. It sounded like a great idea, I found a spectacular photographer, arranged a date, and then I looked in the mirror.
Becoming more true to himself led my husband to make some pretty big changes in his life; changes that I heard him saying he wished he had known before we ever got married. While it's always easier to look back and think "should have, could have, would have," I can't help but be grateful for the way things have turned out.