Which is actually pretty strange because in all of his three years of life, I have tried so hard to get him to "attach" to something other than me or his father. When I was putting him in daycare for the first time and I asked the teachers how I could make the transition easier on him, they all said the same thing, "Bring something from home that he's attached to so he can hold it throughout the day."
But there wasn't anything... no blanket, no binky, no stuffed little puppy dog or bunny. There was just me, and I'm pretty sure they frown on Mommy sticking around all day at the daycare. Sort of defeats the purpose I suppose.
Anyway I digress...
After our divorce I wondered what I should do with the 6 photos from my wedding that my sister-in-law sweetly placed in a photo album for me one Christmas, so I called and asked her and she said, "Save the album for James, he'll want it one day."
So I put it on the bottom shelf of his nightstand and have since forgotten it. Until he came into the living room today dragging it behind him, saying "What this, Mamma?"
I propped him up on my lap and we looked through it together. Well, I mean in all honesty there is only 6 pictures.
It took about 30 seconds.
They are the funniest wedding pictures you've ever seen... we're not even dressed up... we were both in jeans. I was on my lunch break from the newspaper... but somehow we still managed to get married in a church. And the best part of all was that it was December, so the decorations were beautiful and I didn't have anything to do with any of them. And the even better part was, since I was on my lunch break, my mother wasn't there =)
Yes... even though the marriage didn't last, I have to say that really was one kick ass wedding.
I wouldn't have changed a thing.
Well, maybe the groom.
