It happened at Sharon’s wedding.
The venue was magical, the children cute, the vows heartfelt,
the kiss passionate. I thought the bagpipes were a little over the top, but the
groom was a proud Scot…
But it was during the reception that I noticed that she was
getting quieter. I was worried it was the bridesmaid thing blowing up again,
but then I glanced at her phone as she started making some sort of list.
On the drive home, she told me that our wedding had to be better.
I was years from being ready to propose.
I was stuck.
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