Memories flow when floaty music plays and you watch kids getting married…
What kids you were, traipsing back up that isle, posing beside cake and fountainy arrangements
with lovely silk flowers,
with your hair the way you kept it, because the fancy do your mom’s friend proposed just
wasn’t right.
Not for now and as long as you both were going to live.
And living was a much bigger job than you could imagine, then,
bigger, fuller, tougher, duller, sharper. Deeper.
More stretched and gritty and scene-filled.
And on you traipsed, giggly, floating,
scared to life.
I love the category ~ it is !
and the photo is dreamy. as is our hopes, sigh.
life, not so much, but I’ll stick with real.
loved this.
Aw, you just said it, Deb. Thanks. My daughter “restored” the photo on the computer. She gets stuff like that, while I’m lucky to simply get it onto the blog. :o)