I dread to think in what state my wedding dress is in after watching my Daddy last night crumple it up into a ball so he could shove it under his arm to take out to the car.

I was in tears when I saw him do it but I couldn't do anything about it I was too far away, all I could do was stare and try not to cry.

Not sure why it affected me so much, I mean I haven't gone near the dress since I got married and it's only a dress and it's not like I was really excited about the dress part of the wedding I was more interested in the reception and flowers (I wasn't a typical bride). I guess it meant more to me than I had ever realised.