It was like dress up. Only so so so much better. Let me say that again: it was better than dress up! (Which, for those of you who are girls, is a fairly outrageous statement: what could possibly be better than dress up?) But there we were. Curlers and hair spray. Foundation and mascara. Eye…
After Hannah had slid into her dress (more like wrestled, really; its complicated to deal with all those layers of fabric!), the flower girl peeked around the corner of the Pinebrook Country Club lockers. In her matching white dress (complete with train and veil), her eyes got really really big and she grinned at Hannah….
Nathan and Cherise are very much in love. End of story. But – as Paul Harvey would say – there is a rest of the story: The beginnings of love during college. Working long hours in the J-Lab on on the school newspaper. Late night writing sessions. Staff meetings. Copy editing. Movie nights. And the…
“You aren’t allowed to die. If you die before our wedding, we’ll have to kill you.” Somehow, the prospect of their Cape Cod wedding is ample reason to keep me alive (no matter how many late nights and early mornings and massive todo lists I’m facing), so the threat didn’t really matter. Besides, its an…
I would imagine that being in love must be something like dancing in the sunset on the rooftop: soaring high above the mundane lives of everyone else, watching them trod to work, but not really caring about the traffic jam that’s causing stress. The sun is brighter, you’re soaring higher, and you’re on a completely…
Up front, her groom was waiting for her, unable to stand still; he shifted back and forth on his feet, energizer bunny energy needing to be released. And oh so anxious to see his bride. He took a deep breath. The air filled his cheeks like two wads of bubble gum, and then he remembered…
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