When my daughter Rachel announced she was planning her wedding for August, I knew immediately that I was in big trouble, where in the world would I find a mother-of-the-bride maternity dress? One glance at the garments displayed in the woman-with-child department of the nearest clothing store was all I needed to convince me of the futility of my search. They just don’t make ‘em, you know?
Still, I had to find something suitable. I was forty-three and would turn forty-four before the baby arrived...
Published on August 04, 2020 03:00