Monday, August 26, 2013

Playing Dress Up

After the wedding, I hung my dress in my daughter's closet.  I couldn't think of a better place for it at the moment and there it sat.  A few days later, my daughter hurries excitedly from her bedroom, "Mom! Thank you for the beautiful dress!"

"You're welcome!"  There was a pause as I tried to figure out what she was actually talking about. Oh no . . .

I groaned and said nothing else about it. The look on her face said it all. She was so thrilled.  She spent our wedding asking if she could try on my dress because it was prettier than hers. Wondering why the bride's dress was prettier than the flower girl's. I promised to help her make a dress for her own wedding.  And those giant brown eyes. Wide as saucers in full anticipation of getting to play dress up in Mommy's wedding gown.  How could I disappoint her like that?

It's only things. Things to cover in grass stains, roll in the mud, chase the dog. Let's make a day of it.

Strangely, I would rather have this memory than the perfectly in tact, unused dress anyway.

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