Today was china sorting day. The day when the stacks and stacks of mismatched china plates went into boxes to be used on our wedding day, just 38 days from now.
The first set of china I pulled out was my grandma's. And I started to cry.
It hit me that my Granny would miss out on our big day. She wouldn't be sitting in the front row with a corsage or get to make a big deal about what she would wear. All that I have of her is her china. For that, I am ever so grateful. Her china plates are simple, much like my Granny was. No flowers or embellishments. What you see, is what you get. And while she won't be there to laugh when I ask her to dance. Her memory will linger with us all day. And as I sit surrounded by my best friends, we'll do what my Gran loved best. We'll eat. Off her dishes.
