It was my wedding day. I was 20 years old, and getting ready to marry the most handsome man I could have hoped for. I remember being extremely nervous. I burst into tears when I was getting ready to take my dad’s arm to walk down the isle. I pulled it together and the doors opened, and there at the altar stood my handsome fiance, soon to be husband. It was a small ceremony, and the reception was simple, simple but perfect.
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