We went to a beautiful wedding yesterday. I love weddings. At least I love the kind of weddings that I've been to lately. They're such a great reminder of what's really important. I love the ceremony, the tradition, the romance, the music, the food. And yes, I love getting dressed up and seeing other people do the same.
My 12 y.o. daughter wore her first pair of high heels. I do think that it is a milestone. I warned her, they'd hurt. She didn't believe me. She said that if she was tough enough to wear pointe shoes, that heels would be no problem. Well she admitted at the end of the evening that yes, they do hurt! She's her mother's daughter though, much as she's loth to admit. She loved wearing them, in spite of the pain. Oh, how I love this girl of mine.
Weddings get me thinking about family, about what I want for my own family's future. I want to be the kind of mom who still talks to her kids several times a week after they leave home. I want to be friends with them as adults. I want them to love coming home to visit. I want to have frequent, large extended family gatherings, full of laughter, hugs, fun and delicious food.