The Mayor bugged me about the dress for a week.
"You promised you'd show it to me," he reminded me again yesterday afternoon.
I don't know what made him interested in my wedding dress, but he demanded that I show it to him.
After I fetched the dress from the far reaches of our cedar closet and untangled it from its many wrappings, The Mayor asked me to put it on.
The Rooster joined the action too.
"Put it on, Mama!!"
[How odd to slip into one's wedding dress on a Thursday afternoon...]
The dress is too big for me now, but every detail about it reminded me of my wedding day.
I stepped into a pair of high heels so the dress wouldn't drag on the floor and then I paraded past K.
"Will you marry me?" I asked.
"Gladly!" he said with a smile.
The Mayor and The Rooster sat on either side of me on the couch while I showed them our wedding album and told them stories about the day.
They had never seen it before and were fascinated for a whole... oh... five minutes or so before they grew weary of the activity.
[Where is every day the same? Oh, yeah. That would be right here.]
As the children scrambled off the couch leaving me halfway through the album, The Mayor stopped and turned towards me.
My too-big wedding dress slid off my shoulders awkwardly.
The Mayor gave me a long look.
"Mom," he said, "I can see your boobs."