In a recent epic cleaning purge, I came upon them.
Fashioned of satin and lace, kissed with rosettes, they were once the purest of pure white, and just about the loveliest shoes I'd ever seen.
But resting in the back of Nancy's former bedroom closet, our daughter's wedding slippers now bore the unmistakable marks of an outdoor wedding on a summer day. Grass stains on one heel -- smudges and splotches on a toe -- attested to that wonderful June day that now seemed so long ago.
"But they won't even show, mom," Nancy had insisted, ready to opt for a far less lavish pair when we went out shopping for the shoes that she would wear as a bride. As I recall, Nancy had on disreputable sneakers on that long-ago shopping day, one wedged between all the endless details of bride-dom.
The contrast between those grungy sneakers -- and these magnificent princess dream slippers -- surely had an impact on me. Even the way they had glided onto her feet seemed an omen. No adjusting. No pinching. Just that Cinderella-and-the-prince glass slipper fit.
So despite my own practical side, I had just about bludgeoned Nancy into buying the extravagant ones, using the old "once-in-a-lifetime" rationale to which mothers-of-the-bride are entitled.
Initially, I resisted putting away those singular slippers once the wedding was over. It was not so surprising that I left them on the floor of Nancy's old bedroom, resting side-by-side, and that I occasionally tiptoed into that room just to look at them.
Long after the wedding was over -- that long, lovely day of dreams and yearnings and tears and great and sweeping joy -- I would look at those beautiful satin shoes and remember.
One never forgets a daughter's wedding, of course. Not even when so many other memories dim or disappear.
And Nancy was a beautiful, radiant bride, which I can say with unabashed mother-pride because all brides, after all, are beautiful.
But the shock of seeing this daughter on the morning of her June wedding transformed from an unadorned graduate student with masses of untamed hair into a creature shimmering in white silk and bouffant veil -- well, that image lingers.
The sight of her walking down our front steps in her wedding gown and those magnificent satin wedding slippers to meet her Michael moments later under the wedding canopy reminded me of why we'd chosen to have a home wedding, despite all its incredible stresses and strains.
That decision allowed Nancy to celebrate one of the great milestones of her life in the place of remembered childhood, and allowed her parents to rejoice, once again, in the deep and delicious meaning of home. It softened the bittersweet reality that as our youngest child, Nancy had shared it with us the longest -- and had still left it much too soon.
There are dozens of wedding images that linger, some more vivid than others:
The moments just before the ceremony when Nancy was surrounded by her sisters, her grandmother, her aunt and her closest friends -- a world of women.
The stillness in the air as Nancy and Michael recited their vows to one another and were, for that blink of time, the only two people in the universe.
The moment when Michael shattered the glass that symbolizes, in Judaism, the fragility of marriage and the sorrow that is always part of joy.
It had all ended too soon, as these events always do.
It had been vaguely depressing to undo all the fixings and resume real life after that memorable week in June.
But seeing Nancy's satin wedding slippers during that recent straightening somehow temporarily defied endings. Not even the grass stains could diminish their loveliness.
Which is why a foolish mother of a long-ago bride paused recently to touch those shoes once again, then to gently stuff the toes with tissue paper and push them again to the back of a closet.
Below, the bride on her wedding day.
Our 2024 Coverage Needs You
It's Another Trump-Biden Showdown — And We Need Your Help
The Future Of Democracy Is At Stake
Our 2024 Coverage Needs You
Your Loyalty Means The World To Us
As Americans head to the polls in 2024, the very future of our country is at stake. At HuffPost, we believe that a free press is critical to creating well-informed voters. That's why our journalism is free for everyone, even though other newsrooms retreat behind expensive paywalls.
Our journalists will continue to cover the twists and turns during this historic presidential election. With your help, we'll bring you hard-hitting investigations, well-researched analysis and timely takes you can't find elsewhere. Reporting in this current political climate is a responsibility we do not take lightly, and we thank you for your support.
Contribute as little as $2 to keep our news free for all.
Can't afford to donate? Support HuffPost by creating a free account and log in while you read.
The 2024 election is heating up, and women's rights, health care, voting rights, and the very future of democracy are all at stake. Donald Trump will face Joe Biden in the most consequential vote of our time. And HuffPost will be there, covering every twist and turn. America's future hangs in the balance. Would you consider contributing to support our journalism and keep it free for all during this critical season?
HuffPost believes news should be accessible to everyone, regardless of their ability to pay for it. We rely on readers like you to help fund our work. Any contribution you can make — even as little as $2 — goes directly toward supporting the impactful journalism that we will continue to produce this year. Thank you for being part of our story.
Can't afford to donate? Support HuffPost by creating a free account and log in while you read.
It's official: Donald Trump will face Joe Biden this fall in the presidential election. As we face the most consequential presidential election of our time, HuffPost is committed to bringing you up-to-date, accurate news about the 2024 race. While other outlets have retreated behind paywalls, you can trust our news will stay free.
But we can't do it without your help. Reader funding is one of the key ways we support our newsroom. Would you consider making a donation to help fund our news during this critical time? Your contributions are vital to supporting a free press.
Contribute as little as $2 to keep our journalism free and accessible to all.
Can't afford to donate? Support HuffPost by creating a free account and log in while you read.
As Americans head to the polls in 2024, the very future of our country is at stake. At HuffPost, we believe that a free press is critical to creating well-informed voters. That's why our journalism is free for everyone, even though other newsrooms retreat behind expensive paywalls.
Our journalists will continue to cover the twists and turns during this historic presidential election. With your help, we'll bring you hard-hitting investigations, well-researched analysis and timely takes you can't find elsewhere. Reporting in this current political climate is a responsibility we do not take lightly, and we thank you for your support.
Contribute as little as $2 to keep our news free for all.
Can't afford to donate? Support HuffPost by creating a free account and log in while you read.
Dear HuffPost Reader
Thank you for your past contribution to HuffPost. We are sincerely grateful for readers like you who help us ensure that we can keep our journalism free for everyone.
The stakes are high this year, and our 2024 coverage could use continued support. Would you consider becoming a regular HuffPost contributor?
Dear HuffPost Reader
Thank you for your past contribution to HuffPost. We are sincerely grateful for readers like you who help us ensure that we can keep our journalism free for everyone.
The stakes are high this year, and our 2024 coverage could use continued support. If circumstances have changed since you last contributed, we hope you'll consider contributing to HuffPost once more.
Support HuffPostAlready contributed? Log in to hide these messages.