Amanda had spent the morning preparing for her groom. Her hair styled to perfection. Her dress laced then zipped then buttoned. Her flowers ready. Her bridesmaids waiting. There had been an excited hum in the bridal prep room, mothers buzzing in and out helping with final adjustments while the bridesmaids were almost disappointed that…
Most girls go to a swanky boutique, sip beverages from shiny stemware, and try on piles upon piles of tulle and satin and lace and silk. Eventually, they either find the perfect dress…or they settle for an almost-perfect dress just to get out from under the watchful eyes and overly helpful hands of the bridal…
Step One: Go to Uganda. Meet a Canadian. Get engaged. Step Two: Enjoy life as a bride. Step Three: Hang out with all the best friends in the mountains of Virginia at an outdoor, National Geographic-inspired wedding celebration. Step Four: Start Driving. Step Five: Keep Driving. Step Six: Drive for twelve days. Through thirteen states…
Hi. That’s me. I’m a bride. Yes. A bride. I’m writing this a couple weeks before you’ll actually see this (it’s going to be auto published on my wedding day), but yes: that’s me. And, yes, I took my own bridal portraits. Well, for full disclosure, I held the camera, set up the shot, adjusted…
Time stood still. She’d trudged up two flights of stairs, carrying her shoes and trying to avoid tripping on her dress. He’d tenderly helped her across the pebble strewn pathway, trekking from the stairway to the edge — the combination of those perfect heels and the uneven path wasn’t exactly easy. She navigated it…
Thirty-ish years ago, she finished her course, passed the exams, walked across stage, received a pin and a lamp, and started working as an LPN. That’s Licensed Practical Nurse, for those of you who wanted to know. It meant she cared for people, made them feel better, and just all-around made a difference in a…
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