The Magic Room: A Review

I remember finding my wedding dress, shopping with my Mom and my Maid of Honor… and having it speak to me. I remember walking down the aisle in that dress with my Dad, smiling the whole way, feeling like a princess, or a movie star (despite near 100 degree heat on the 11th of June).

I loved that dress.

Reading The Magic Room brought me back to those moments walking on the cusp of daughter and wife–not that they’re mutually exclusive, but there’s a shift in self-perception, isn’t there?

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