Day 31: A Vivid Memory

It was June 19th, 2004.
I was 20.
I was getting married in three hours.
I was done up - make up on, hair done, dress fitted - all I needed was a groom.

Two of my bridesmaids were abhorred at the idea of me seeing my husband before the wedding, but we wanted a moment, just the two of us, before the flurry of activity began.  So we took it in a small classroom at the church.  We smiled, whispered, talked, and prayed.  Then we walked out of the room to pictures, guests, music, cake,

and the rest of our lives.