March 31, 2015 8 Comments
When we arrived at the decision that we wanted to get married, it was the fall of 1997. What we couldn’t decide on was the how of it all. I kept telling Michael that it didn’t matter to me. I would’ve been just fine with going to the courthouse on a Thursday morning. I had already had a wedding; he hadn’t. It was more important to me that Michael have the wedding his way, not mine.
when you share your story, inevitably you will touch someone else. the someone who needs to hear it most. you may never know it. but they will. and that alone is reason for telling. ready to share your truth?
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