March 15, 1997
It was a chilly day and outrageously sunny. Also windy. The kind of windy that makes a person’s tiara fly off their head.
I know this, because I was trying to look good in one as I scooted from house to limo to church to reception hall on my wedding day. I know this, because “it’s windy” is about the only thought I can remember having on that day, other than, “I don’t care how late the next mass is going to be, I’m not walking down the aisle until my Aunt Rosie gets here.” [Read more…]