wedding
Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed, Something Blue, and What Each One Quietly Carries Down the Aisle
There are ten quiet minutes before every aisle that I have learned to protect. The dress is on, the photographer has stepped out, and someone you love leans in. A grandmother presses a folded handkerchief into your palm. A friend fastens her earrings in your ears. Your mother checks the hem one last time, and you both know there is a little blue thread stitched inside it that nobody else will ever see.
