The White Dress
Today I found a dress that I bought 6 years ago. I had been saving it. I bought it on a day that was a hard day. After a series of appointments with a very, very *witchy* fertility doctor that ended with an incredibly painful procedure, I was at the end of my rope. I wanted a baby…a sweet little baby. I would always find myself in children’s clothing stores or in the children’s section of the bookstore. I was always buying a little something here and there for a *hopefully* someday daughter or son. It somehow made me feel better. This day a white dress in the store window caught my eye. I wanted a little girl of my own who would some day wear it and love me.
And today she wore it after I told her that story.