Gowns

Sophomore year of high school. Miss Johnson’s English class. Sitting next to to Mary M. Miss Mac says to me, “You’ll be the first one married out of your class.” I retort, “I’m not getting married until I’m 30!” (Self-fulfilling prophecy.)

Why do dumb thoughts like that pop into my head? I don’t know, but it did as I prepared to go wedding dress shopping with my daughter. We encountered gorgeous gowns complementing her beauty. I remained cool, calm, and collected. I think I could have earned an academy award for keeping my emotions in check and just enjoying the moments. However, I couldn’t stop the tears when the veil was placed on her head. My little baby! She didn’t even have hair until she was two and a half years old! People always told me what a “cute little feller” she was. And now she is a stunning woman, tolerant of my attempts to braid her hair as we prepared for our day. (The last time I braided her hair was with the “Pocahontas Braid Book” back in elementary school. I failed miserably then, too. We gave away the book. It’s probably a politically unacceptable publication now!)

This MOTB business is an emotional roller-coaster. I love it!