When I married my wife Martha, it was the most beautiful day of my life. Halfway through the reception, my 1 tapped me gently on the shoulder I heard her whisper, "Will you 2with me, sweetheart?"
"Sure," I said, smiling, when some guests pulled me off in their direction. An hour later my mother 3 again. And again I readily 4, smiling and reaching for her with a (n)5but letting some old college friends place a beer there instead.
Then my wife and I were off on our honeymoon. A nagging (烦人的) 6 grew in the back of my mind during the honeymoon. When we finally 7our new home, a phone message told us our pictures were 8 at the photographer's. We unpacked slowly and then drove to pick them up. Hours later, after we had examined every one with 9 memories, I held one out to reflect upon in private. It was a picture of two happy guests, sweaty in their dancing. But it wasn't the couple I was 10 .There, in the background, I 11 a familiar figure -my dear mother who was 12 .
And I didn't think they were tears of 13 . I then drove to my mother's apartment a few miles away. "I'm sorry, I never danced with you, Mom." I said. Mom looked at me and said something I'll never 14 , "Nonsense, dear. You've danced enough with me in my lifetime. And while you were being the perfect 15and making all of your guests feel so special, I watched you and felt nothing but 16 .That's what a 17 is, honey. Something old, something new. Something borrowed, something blue."
"Well, this old woman, who was wearing blue, watched you dance with your beautiful new bride, and I 18 I had to give you up, 19 I had you so many years to myself, but I could only borrow you until you found the lady of your dreams."
Both of our tears covered her sofa that day. And after the talk, I asked Mom for a dance. Unlike me, she didn't 20
