I was honored to wear my mom's veil when I married Ryan. Let's be honest, I wanted my own dress, but my sentimental side was thrilled that I could wear something that was a part of her wedding day.
This weekend, Grandma Sue & Grandpa Ray came over to play with the kids while Ryan and I retreated to the basement to try to organize that mess of a black hole. I read Ryan's yearbook comments, tried on my wedding dress, and took my veil upstairs to let Abbey play with it.
Maybe she'll wear it one day as well?
Oh, and we bagged a TON of books for our library's used book sale next month and a ton of miscellaneous stuff for the Salvation Army and actually threw out some things that weren't even charity-worthy. Ryan continued our efforts by carting ten (or so) giant plastic totes up to our attic (including the infamous baseball card collection.)
Operation Declutter is looking up.
What a cute picture! I didn't wear anything that belonged to my mom, but I had a "baby" spider plant in my bouquet that was the great-grandplant of the "baby" spider plant that was in her wedding bouquet. It's the only plant that made the trek across country when we moved from Atlanta to Utah too. :)
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