Your invitation has been rescinded—
Name stricken from the guest list just this
cos you don’t have a thing to wear.
My daughter asked me to email her the wedding guest list so she and her fiancé can finalize the count, and begin mailing invitations. I looked it over this morning to make sure I wasn’t missing anyone before hitting send.
I was missing someone.
I highlighted my mother’s name and address. And I cried. I hit delete. And I cried.
I cried yesterday, too. Nicole had selected the most beautiful wedding dress—she looks like an absolute doll in it. I took loads of photos of her standing on the pedestal before a three-way mirror. I was so excited, I attached the images to a text message.
Then I remembered my mother wouldn’t receive them.