Something Old, Something New

My mom keeps her scrapbooks piled in one of the dressers in her room. When I was little, I would sneak in and pull out every last one of them, but I was only going to look through my favorite book. The wedding album was white with gold lettering and a picture of a temple on its puffed cover.  I loved it. I would flip through the pictures, recognizing my relatives and loving their young-ness, but my parents were the most fabulous of all. My dad was tall and handsome in his white tux. My mother looked like an angel in her white wedding dress.

After my parent's wedding, my aunt wore this dress at her wedding, and then it was at my grandparents house in California for a long time. Just this summer my mother brought it home, and I got to see it at Christmas. Maybe it's the romantic in me, but trying on my mom's wedding dress was like seeing a fairy tale come to life. It was just as lovely as I always imagined it would be.