August 6, 2012, is one of my cherished days. I took my daughters, Rachel and Rebekah, shopping for Rachel’s wedding dress.

We didn’t expect to buy a dress; we were just beginning to look and having fun.

The large franchise store was disappointing. Heading downtown, we called a boutique shop and made an appointment for 20 minutes hence. The selection was better there.

Rachel tried on several dresses, but none moved her.

“How about this one?” I said, pointing to one I liked.

She offered a patient but skeptical smile and agreed to indulge me. She tried it on but was unimpressed. About that time, our attendant left the room to answer a phone call.

With no one to stop her, Rebekah grabbed things from the wall and began accessorizing. The more she did so, the more Rachel liked it. By the time the attendant returned, Rachel was seriously considering a purchase.

We convinced the attendant to hold the dress and went to lunch. A couple hours later, I bought Rachel her dream dress, the one she’d hardly noticed until I pointed it out.

Moral of the story: Listen to your father.