the little things

My husband brought our unity candle up from downstairs, lit it up and placed it in the middle of the counter. Henry turned off the lights in the kitchen and ran around with Wyatt in the dark, both with huge smiles on their faces at the novelty of it all. I giggled a little and ran off to the guest room. I came out wearing my wedding dress, it scraping the floor without it's crinoline, the beads making a dancing rhythm running across the hardwood floor.

Wyatt tells me "ooh, pretty." He requested that I sit next to him. He leans over his stool, pointed at my dress and said "Mommy's got boobies". Yes, my dear, sweet, obviously boy, boy, I do indeed have boobies.

Henry whispers something to my husband, Henry lights up at his idea. "Not yet". Ten seconds later, he can't wait, the anticipation is too much. "OK, now, but you can't see Mom". I go back to the guest room to take off my dress, fold it up and place it back in the cardboard box. Henry, Wyatt and my husband knock on the door and walk into the room; Henry has in this hand one cut-out, white, paper heart. Wyatt has the second in his hands. One for me, one for my husband.



I smile to myself that I've never gotten my wedding dress 'preserved'. These little things, these little moments are worth preserving so much more.

Happy 7th Anniversary, my husband.