Thursday, January 26, 2012
Here comes the bride
We were always close and shared a bedroom at one time. When she was dating I use to sit at the bedroom window and listen to her and her boyfriend talk and laugh. I was jealous of her boyfriends for spending so much time with her. When one day she announced she was going to get married I got very upset.
That year on my birthday she gave me a beautiful bride doll. She was all lace with curly blonde hair and blue eyes. I loved her so much. Recently while cleaning out a closet I came across her. Her white gown had faded to a soft ecru, her face needed cleaning and her bridal clothes needed a good washing. I bathed her, washed her hair and clothes and dressed her again. She looked just as beautiful as the first day I got her. I never gave her a name. I dreamed that one day I would be like her and wear a beautiful lacy dress.
The week before my sister got married I cried every day. I thought I was losing my sister forever. She kept telling me she wasn't going to live that far away, but I knew I wouldn't see her every day. She was moving to the "big city."
By the time my sister married our family had added another boy. He became my playmate and I believed I was his mother. I read to him and played with him, but he wasn't like a sister.