August ~ 2006 It's almost time to begin. We've been looking pretty and smiling all day. My daughter has almost reached her limit, but the most important part is still yet to come. The flowergirl and the bride's maid. Before the hour arrives, my son needs a meal. He's 4 months old and has spent the day with Daddy. I wonder how that's gone, but that conversation will be later. For now he's hungry and I'm in a floor length, baby pink, lightly sequined gown. Fortunately it's strapless...easy access, if you know what I mean. Another bride's maid who is a life-long friend and newly pregnant herself is looking on. She's intrigued by the ease of my nursing abilities - this is my second baby so this is old hat to me. As my baby nurses away she comments, "That would make a great picture." I laugh and respond, "Nursing in a ball gown?" Her comment was only a moment. She probably doesn't remember making it. But for me, she was affirming me as a mother and a beautiful person. Perhaps it was the gown and make up and hair ~ we all know how much that can help our self-concept, but more long lasting, was the desirablility and picture of motherhood as a beautiful stage of life. Four years later the compliment is still providing comfort and confidence to me. Thanks, Amy!