I was going through the closet today and found the garment bag with our wedding clothes in it..my breath caught in my chest for a minute. I haven't forgotten about them...I've always known they are there..every time I go into the closet I feel them. That sounds weird but its true. I took the bag down and walked into the bedroom and sat down on the side of the bed..holding the bag close as tears started to fall. Slowly I unzipped the bag and took out a black tux and a box that holds a red bow tie and a texas flag cumberbund..I'm hearing echos of laughter as the memories of our wedding day start playing in my head. We had both been married before..this time he said.." Hey..Let's go to Vegas and get married at the Elvis Chapel." "No..I laughed..wait..are you serious?" "Yes!" He said..getting as excited as a kid hearing the ice cream man coming.. "Ok..why not?!" So off we go on an adventure of a life time..we took no one with us..just us..my kids were pissed. But they would get over it...and they did. WE had so much fun I can't even explain it...laughter all day long. And a red party dress that I bought at the thrift store for $5 bucks...I didn't have to but because we were having fun it completely fit the mood. I may have to wear that red dress out some time..just for fun.