On the day of my wedding, the sun was shining, birds were chirping, and I was panicking. Had I remembered everything? What if I tripped going down the aisle in this monstrosity of a dress that had looked so beautiful in the shop window and so ungainly in reality. Wanting to kick myself for my folly, what exactly had I been thinking when I had said "yes" to Erick?!
     I picked the day myself most carefully, May 13th, because it ensured that at least once every handful of years I would celebrate this day on a Friday the 13th. Not that I mentioned it to Erick as we went through possible dates for our upcoming nuptials. He was honestly more excited about it than I was, even though he had left me with most of the planning, and the paying, for the event.
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