Ahhhhhhhhh!
Noooooooooooo!
How could this have happened!
Okay, okay, that’s not my dress. The owner of that dress gave full consent and permission for its destruction. In fact, she complained, “I don’t know why we didn’t throw that thing out years ago.”
Well I will tell you why, Nana.
We didn’t throw it out because although it may not mean a lot to you, it sure means a lot to me. My Mom’s Mom, with whom I share a middle name and a fierce stubborn streak, is one of my favorite people in the whole world. Not only is she generous, humble, loving and honest, she’s also just downright awesome. She has more energy than a small child, a stronger work ethic than any CEO, and more spirit in her than, well, than someone with a whole lot of spirit.
It’s for all these reasons and more that I asked my Nana if she’d be willing to give up a small piece of her wedding dress for me to wrap around my bouquet and carry with me on my wedding day. She of course agreed, because if there is one thing she does lack, it’s a sense of sentimental value for material things. I suppose she gathered enough memories in her fifty-two years of marriage to my Grandpa to not need a white dress in a closet to make her happy.
Here’s the piece we’re using next to the ACTUAL FLOWERS that are going to be in my bouquet!
Carrying a piece of her wedding day down the aisle on mine is also a way for me to remember my Grandpa, the man she married in that gown. He will be celebrating with us, although wholeheartedly, only in spirit. I like to think he’ll be somewhere up there grinning.
I just couldn’t be more excited that she’s letting me have this. What’s your something old?