On Saturday, July 2, I awoke to a beautiful new day, full of promise and hope. The glittering haze that fogs the sky between night and morning was still heavy on the city when I stepped out of bed and into my wedding day. From then on it was a blur. Shower, comb, curl, paint, brush, primp, spray, don, and fluff...for four hours I primed myself before finally being dropped off at the temple.
The temple annex was filled to the brim with bouncing brides and their families. Workers attended to my every need as I paced and bounced and sat unnerved while waiting for Matthew and his dad to come. Come they did, though, and sealed we were.
