A while back, I told Laura that I did not wear shoes when I got married. Instead, I just went barefoot. Tonight in the car on the way to Hudson, she brought this up again. She then elaborated on it. “Mommy, you need to get white shoes to match your dress. Then you need to get married again with shoes that match.” Apparently to her my wedding didn’t quite cut it since I was barefoot.
I love my wedding. I loved being barefoot (feet killed me the next day, but that’s besides the point). It is something fun that I remember from that day, other than being so hot. I find it amusing how Laura views it.