This dress has history and it has love. It has tears of happiness embedding into its thread from other "I do"s. It has a faint stain worn into the underneath from other first dances. It has happy marriages preceding it's entrance into mine.
This dress was given to me with one rule:
Pay it forward.
If and when I'm ever in the position to pass it along to someone who will follow the tradition, then do it. Not that I ever want to. I adore this dress. The whole romantic idea of its history, elegance, and tradition is one that I want to hoard and never give away. Not to mention the elaborate crystals, lace and hand beading. Holy moly.
I will someday, when the time is right.
But for now, I open my closet occasionally just to look at my "something borrowed" and remember the day I wore it. And I pretend that I make enough money to buy one just like it for my very own.
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