Kendra's in a dress?

That's G-O-W-N to you, mister.
So, I am off to see Jane tomorrow - my private dressmaker / designer. I am very excited. Have I mentioned lately how talented Jane is? I am sure to be wowed by everything that she has done, and can do.
For those of you who don't know her, Jane is the type that is quick to point out other peoples strengths, but never sees her own. She's offered up her own, limited, spare time (she works full time - shift work at that!, owns a horse barn and lots of horses and a riding school, looks after her brood of grandkids, and takes in spare animals) to create the dress of my dreams. Every time I have asked for something to be some way on the dress, Jane has said that it could happen. She is making me a dress I could never afford to buy (even if I wasn't marrying a dutchman). It is sure to be more perfect than anything off the rack, because it will be EXACTLY what I want, and it is made with love by family.
You may ask why she is doing this for me. Well, she says it's because she can't afford a spiffy wedding gift. She is so humble. Because she can't afford a gift. Not because she is incredibly talented. Not because she loves showing off how well she can sew. But because she can't afford a monetary gift. I say, "screw the serving platter and pillow shams, I want a party dress!!!"
On our wedding day, you'll know Jane. She'll be the one in the corner (Coor's Light in hand), looking shy and embarassed by all the praise I am lavishing on her. Until, that is, someone puts on the Beatles, then she'll be twistin' and shoutin' with Ann on the dancefloor.
Words can't begin to describe how indebted I feel to her for what she is doing for me. I think that she will be spending more time on my dress then I will be spending planning the whole wedding day. I am flattered and honoured to be marrying into this family. I can't wait guys!