About an hour after we come home, Momma arrives. She immediately sits down at the kitchen table to go through my pictures of the wedding, "Where did you get that dress?" she asks.
"Oh, it was Dom's sister-in-law's dress. Her name is Valentina." I tell her.
She gazes at the pictures in awe, "It looks stunning on you." She says.
I point out all of Dom's family to her in the pictures as tears begin to well in her eyes, "Momma, are you okay?" I ask.
She wipes the tears with her thumb, "Yes, I'm fine, darling. I'm just so happy for you. This is a dream. The vineyard is stunning."
Dom hands over a tissue and leans in to kiss her on the cheek; she reaches out to pat his arm, "You two are gonna make me some beautiful grandbabies."
Dom and I begin to chuckle, "Dom's mom already mentioned sh
