It was perfect!
April 1, 2007. Who was the fool? The wedding was more than I could have ever dreamed as a little girl. It rained all morning. Though it stopped raining about an hour before the ceremony. On a slope in the woods, overlooking the lake, wooden benches, and an old rugged cross braced upon a large rock. Flowers from my grandfathers garden. The sun came from behind the clouds and shined so brightly at just the right times. Little girls in pretty dresses, me a bride, Timy standing there smiling in his tux, my dad cried. A rainbow appeared. My friends surprised us with a limo. A bridesmaid fell out of the limo...drunk. I laughed. Timy and I shared our first dance. I cried. My dad and I danced. We both cried. I was tired and stressed...I cried. All the stresses, all the little things, all the happiness...Still...it was the most memorable day of my life. As Timy said, "Eh it was a good day."