Like Being in a VC Andrews Novel
I forget the stuff that hurt me. Try to shake it off and focus on the good memories. For instance, when my son got married to Bridezilla (she wasn’t always, but she was that day – as well as several others) my sister sent her oldest daughter to attend the wedding as Bill had agreed to be their photographer. So we took Anna with us to keep an eye on her. Jaime and Ester were dressed in purple gowns as they had been selected as flower girls along Jeanie’s two nieces. Unbeknownst to Jeanie, her mom looked at Anna thoughtfully and asked if she would like to be a part of the flower girl ensemble. Anna was not wearing purple. She was dressed in blue and Jaime was thrilled to walk with her as they threw peddles out of a basket. It didn’t seem any different than having Ester escorted by her mom. After all, Ester was only two. Perhaps ...