Clara found a box of old photos in the attic today—our wedding pictures. She laughed at his ridiculous haircut (it was the style back then, okay?) and my ‘trying too hard to look annoyed’ face. But then she got quiet, looking at one where he’s holding me after I tripped in my heels. 'You look so happy, Mom.' I snatched it back. 'I was furious. He stepped on my dress first.' Hmph. Maybe some things are better left in boxes. And maybe some things aren’t. (Mood: nostalgic)