The Dress...part one

Yesterday, I was talking with my niece Rudi, and she was describing what her dream wedding dress would be. It was really fun to hear her thoughts and her jests about wedding dresses. It was a great evening...but then I got to thinking about my wedding dress...

My life as a nineteen year old "grown-up" began with a wedding dress. At the time, my thoughts about the dress my mother wore before me were immature and naive. If you asked me then to describe the dress I wouldn't have been able to speak. I felt heartbroken that I couldn't have my dream. I felt cheated that I had to settle for an old dress. Nearly sixteen years later I look back and say to myself..."Shame on you Jenny!"

The wedding dress I wore then looks different to me now. I remember a beautiful new satin sash was added to accentuate the tiny waist of the dress. Dozens of delicate pearl beads and lace swept gently across the gown. A stylish veil was borrowed and a friend altered the dress to bustle neatly for dancing and fitted it perfectly. So much was done to make my wedding dress special.

I feel gratitude........ My heart......humbled. The dress is more than satin and lace, it was my mother's keepsake handed to me. I was married for time and all eternity to my husband in that white dress. I wore the gown at the beginning of my wonderful married life and its beautiful design a fabric reminder of the commitment I made at the alter.

I cherish my new thoughts about my wedding gown. I love the dress! It has since been stored in a beautiful box. One day my daughter will announce her intent to marry. She will begin looking for her dream dress too. Will she have a desire to wear an old dress worn twice before? I secretly hope so. Only time will tell.