I was nervous as I pulled it out from under the bed and sat on the floor and prepared to open the lid.
I hadn't seen the contents of this box in a very long time.
Tears fell from my eyes as I pulled the lid back.
There it was.. My beautiful 24 year old wedding dress .
A million emotions and thoughts went through my head.
Since the preservation tape had dry-rotted away
I chose to open the box completely.
As I slowly pulled the dress from the box I thought back to the day when I first saw it. A day spent laughing and happy with my mom. She was so happy for Paul and I that she would have sold her soul to buy me any dress that I wanted.
I am still much like I was back then at 18 ~
I am not picky or pretentious .. I like what I like,
and out of all of the beautiful expensive dresses,
It was this $400.00 dress that I loved.
My thoughts drifted to my dads walking me down the ailse.
Yes, I said dads ~ plural.
I was blessed with two fathers,
My real dad (with the grey beard) on the left and my step dad on the right.
Two very very different men, with different sets of problems..
They were far from perfect fathers, but they had one thing in common..
They both loved me
... and I loved both of them.
I ran my fingers over the delicate pearls and stitches and I thought about our marriage. Just like the dress, our marriage had bumps and rough patches
but the stitching stayed strong, timeless and beautiful.
24 years... and he still can't wait to come home to see me.
He still gets mad when I don't find 10 minutes to just snuggle next to him.
24 years.. and he still picks me flowers and nurtures my soul.
I've been so lucky to have this extraordinary man by my side for more then half of my life.
I brought the dress downstairs to show my daughters.
I could see Paul smiling as I excitedly showed them the fine details and told them all about the moment I wore it. I knew that he too, had that feeling of nostalgia and was thinking about how lucky we are.
They all wanted me to put it on.
I didn't have the nerve to do it just then.
Even though I've lost 35 pounds..
I still wasn't sure that this 42 year old body would fit into that 18 year olds dress. Plus I knew that I would probably get all weird and cry.
I waited until a day when nobody was home.
I carefully pulled the dress up over my waist and slid my arms inside of the soft sleeves. I climbed up on a chair to allow the dress to flow as I reached behind my back to slide the zipper up as far as I could reach.
I couldn't believe it.. I was standing in my living room,
( the same living room that I had gotten ready for our wedding all those years ago ), wearing my wedding dress. It fit and it was still as beautiful as ever.
Although, somewhere along these past 24 years,
my boobies stopped standing up where they once were.
I sent this picture to Paul and I told him that I would marry him all over again.
And his reply was, " I can't wait!"
I have since packed the dress up in hopes that one day one or both of my girls will make good use of it.
It's a lucky dress!
Thank you for coming along this nostalgic journey with me.
It was so much fun.
Have a wonderful day