I was never a princessy sort of girl. I suppose you could've called me a complete tomboy. I cried when I had to wear dresses, hated makeup, etc., etc. And then I met Frank.
Frank quickly taught me how to be a total princess, and has probably regretted it ever since! I'm a complete, utter, spoiled brat now! To prove that, I have a kitten Frank is extremely allergic to. I didn't even have to ask for it. When we got her, we agreed she couldn't come in the bedroom so he could at least breathe there, well she sleeps in the bed now. He wheezes, and can barely breathe, sure, but at least I can snuggle up to my little furball... right? Poor Frank. He's created a monster . :)
Well, being a princess, I knew I had to arrive to my own wedding in true princess fashion.
I'm so excited for this. I went back and forth debating if it was worth the money, or if it was a bit over the top and tacky. It basically came down to... when am I going to have another chance to do this!?! The pictures will be cute, the kids will love it... I simply can't wait!