Growing up, one Easter when I was about five, my mom and dad bought me lace gloves to wear with my frilly pink Easter dress. Dad even bought me a corsage for my wrist. They were white and dainty and had lace around the wrist. I remember how pretty I felt wearing them, and when Yohan and I decided to get married I knew I wanted to wear little lace gloves.
The Saturday before Mother's Day, I tried on my dress for mine and Yohan's mothers while they were visiting. After putting on my dress, I pulled out the lace gloves I'd bought on ebay for about $10 to show them. I pulled the gloves on and proudly displayed my carefully picked outfit for the moms. Then Yohan's mom exclaimed, "Oh no, you will wear my gloves. I wore gloves like that for my wedding, and I've been saving them to give to Yohan's wife to wear." I couldn't believe it!
At first I was unsure of keeping the gloves his mother had so beautifully saved, but they were perfect. They fit my hand to the 'T', and I felt so special wearing something passed down from her. Maybe one day, if my daughter or daughter-in-law decides that dainty wrist gloves would go perfect with her wedding gown, I'll pull out those special gloves and give them to her.