When I think of my wedding day there are so many amazing memories…..
….but one is my favorite.
I remember sitting on the floor of the kitchen in hot rollers and red lipstick and a monogrammed train….refusing to budge…..
….because I had just read Dear Abbey.
I remember the smell of Christmas trees and the flicker of the candlelight and the smile on my mother’s face and the receiving line and the topiary fruit trees that the caterer made because I had seen them in a movie.
I remember the sailor dress I wore when we left the reception and the car we drove away in decorated courtesy of my brothers…..covered with cans and streamers and shoe polished windows and a sign tied to the back.
All that was amazing.
But that wasn’t my favorite part.
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