It hangs in the the closet, tucked in the back with all the other clothes I don’t wear anymore, flowing concert black and high school prom red…
Like another of my blog friends, I, too, like to pull it out and put it on once in a while, as my mother did when we were little. And Alex, who after attending a wedding recently is newly intrigued by this weird grownup ritual of wearing impossible-to-keep-clean, really big dresses, insisted upon being photographer instead of one of the subjects.
So, for a few brief, glorious minutes, I got to be my bride-self again…the juxtaposition of who I once was with who I have become: flowing satin amid piles of laundry, and jammie-clad little ones on my lap.
And when it was done, we resumed our routine as if nothing had happened. Resumed the world of books, prayers, tucking in, and procrastinating by protesting that the radio is hissing, by screeching for water…
…to the ordinary tasks of cutting hair…hair that once was all black, but now begins to turn white at the temples.
Beadwork and tuxedos. That is where motherhood begins: in a union of two who become one, whose union becomes enfleshed again and again. Praise God.
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(Note: yes, I am very proud of the fact that eleven years and three children later, I can still wear my wedding dress.)
That impresses me too!
You should be proud! Great captures-
Steph
Love the bride sitting on the floor in her dress and all! Don’t see that every day!
Great shots…sweet post!
What sweet photos!
Alex–you’ve got talent with the camera! Great photos!
Lovely post, Kate, a real heart-warmer. I love the way you tie the wedding day to the present day…
You should be proud! I most definitely could not fit into my wedding dress…which is a good thing, since I donated it to the Goodwill about a month after the wedding. My mother was appalled.