You’re Not the Bride

Years ago, My Marine and I were getting ready to go to a wedding. A friend’s or a cousin’s, I think. I was in my usual pre-fancy-event spaz mode.┬áThe black dress or the burgundy? Hair up or down? Which earrings look best?

squirrel hair

nailed it.

I hustled back and forth in front of the mirror checking every detail and thinking back to my own wedding, which had only been a few years earlier.

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