Maybe the fact that I was raised in a fairly non-standard family and in sometimes not the best circumstances makes me cling to traditions. Growing up, I don't really remember their importance and I don't remember telling family stories. But Mr. Golfer's family is full of both traditions and stories and I loved the response his family had to them.
As a mother I have tried hard to create those for my girls. Really just experiences they can hold onto. And in the process, I have become a lover of stories.
This is one especially dear to my heart. I had read somewhere long ago about a mother tucking a piece of her own gown into her daughter's. My own gown is sealed in hopes it would one day be used. With that not happening, I searched for another idea.
My oldest daughter's first engagement ended 8 weeks prior to the wedding. A terrible experience for us all, but one we are now grateful of. In the process of the planning, she had decided she wanted to wear my veil. We had a section of it that was not currently stylish removed and then redesigned at the crown. I saved the removed section because the alencon lace on it was so beautiful.
That lace has now become the piece of "me" that is sewn into their own gowns. A mix of emotions washes over me when I pick up that needle and thread. I do think about their life thus far and wonder what the future will bring. I pray for them with each stitch as only a mother can do.