When my sister Andrea got married, she asked to wear
mother's wedding dress. The day she tried it on for the
first time I was sitting with Mother in the living room as
Andrea descended the stairs. The gown was a perfect fit on
her petite frame. Mother's eyes welled with tears. I put my
arm around her.
"You're not losing a daughter," I reminded her in
time-honored fashion. "You're gaining a son."
"Oh, forget about that!" she said with a sob. "I used to fit
into that dress!"
Received from Thomas Ellsworth.
mother's wedding dress. The day she tried it on for the
first time I was sitting with Mother in the living room as
Andrea descended the stairs. The gown was a perfect fit on
her petite frame. Mother's eyes welled with tears. I put my
arm around her.
"You're not losing a daughter," I reminded her in
time-honored fashion. "You're gaining a son."
"Oh, forget about that!" she said with a sob. "I used to fit
into that dress!"
Received from Thomas Ellsworth.
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