This week on our nineteenth wedding anniversary I pulled out my wedding dress which Ray and I hadn't seen since our wedding day. It had been cleaned and packed away and the girls had wanted to get it out for a long time. Ray always wonders why they are so fascinated with weddings and dresses. Girls spend so much time dreaming of a wedding in which their own prince charming will sweep them away to live happily ever after. For years I told the girls "boys are bad, they have cooties, etc." What a disservice I was doing them. I finally came to my senses and realized those boys are going to grow up and my daughters needed to have a healthy respect for them. We don't tell them they all have cooties anymore (just Uncle Andrew). But we are careful to keep up with their dreamy wedding ideas and make sure the prince charming doesn't have a face or name yet.
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I wish I could remember your wedding. I still have my dress... packed away somewhere. From what I do remember *before a bridesmaid gave me a valum* it was very fairy-tale-ish...
I remember little baby biscuts taking over Grandma's kitchen weeks in advance and your dress was in the formal sitting room (where I was not allowed.)
Lewis was in charge of keeping me awake, which he did, by singing "if you're happy and you know it" and dancing like JJ from "Good Times".
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