When my mother complains to me about when I'm going to settle down and get married I always
sigh and tell her, "Momma it's not my time yet." She snears at me and inside I laugh
because I find it funny how mammas tend to want to ship their old daughters off to
marriage land. I think about that old wedding dress that my great great grandmother wore
way back in 1957 where she was married for like the thousandth time. That dress has seen
it's share of wedding cakes,dances with fathers and grooms who all to soon perished. I
would love to someday slip into that old wedding dress and take my place in history as did
the women who came before me. But till then.. that old wedding dress will stay right up
there in that attic waiting for the day it sees the light.