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Her Shoes

Mom's Wedding ShoesI certainly did not remember seeing them before.
Yet, I KNEW what they were.

“Mom’s shoes!”

“Mom’s WEDDING shoes!!!”

Dad was clearing out some things after Mom had passed away in 2003. He had planned to give those shoes away. “Give Mom’s shoes away?” I grabbed them up and exclaimed, “NO WAY!” “We’re NOT giving Mom’s wedding shoes away.”

No matter if I never had the chance to use them, I was not going to give away the shoes Mom wore during her wedding.

I saved the shoes. I stored them away at my house. Some day, some one would be lucky enough to have the pleasure of using them.

Seasons passed. Mom’s wedding shoes were still safe in my closet.

In October of 2008, I met Jeff. We seemed to have a lot in common and yet enough differences to make things interesting. We established a friendship that became a wonderful relationship. Soon I realized I had fallen in love with Jeff. And, Jeff felt the same about me.

February 14, 2010 we became engaged. I KNEW what shoes I’d be wearing sooner than some day.

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Mom’s photo, Mom’s wedding shoes, my wedding bouquet….photo taken shortly before my wedding to Jeff on 9.10.11.┬áNotice the “Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval” in the arch of that shoe.

Mom's wedding shoes, my wedding dress

I wore my Mom’s wedding shoes, the ones she wore in 1956 when she walked down the aisle to marry Dad. I was honored to have Mom walk with me at my wedding, as well as walking with Dad. I love them both.┬áThose shoes must have some magic in them, Mom and Dad were married for 47 years and blessed with a great relationship. Jeff and I are looking forward to many wonderful years together.

Showing Mom's wedding shoes

Mom walked me through my wedding ceremony. I wore the same shoes she wore at her wedding. We showed them off at the start of our wedding ceremony, so that all our family and friends would know I was walking in her shoes.

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A Great Influence

January SunsetMom passed away on January 26, 2003 after a courageous battle with acute myelogenous leukemia. Yet, while she is physically gone, I know she’s still with me. She still is a great influence in my life. She still helps me, by her grace, to know what is the path for me, to be confident in my choices. By following her example, I know to do what is right.

There are times when I can feel her presence, know that she’s ‘here.’ Sometimes I feel a strong influence, I know she’s had some part in something that has happened in my favor, whether it is of good fortune or a lesson learned. Sometimes, things that I did not believe I could do or never really did all that well somehow turn out great, as if she were here with me, guiding me all the way through — as with the batch of bread rolls I made on January 26th. Other times, I see a butterfly wafting by on a breeze, I know Mom’s spirit is floating by with a gentle, ‘Hello… you’re doing great kid – keep it up.” Then there are times when I am in “the right place at the right time” to see a family member, meet up with a long lost friend, take in a beautiful sunset, experience life as its best, I know Mom’s had a hand in that. In fact, I am certain she brought me to a place that I could feel comfortable reaching out to some new person in my life — the man who became my husband. The man who Mom would have dearly loved to have in our family. The man for me.

Jeff and I were married on 9.10.11 with family and friends all around. I walked in Mom’s shoes throughout my wedding… the very same shoes she wore on her wedding day, fifty-six years ago. Those must have been magic shoes, she and Dad were married for forty-seven years and had been together for fifty-two. With that kind of influence Jeff and I will be fine.