The day could not have been more perfect. Bright sun, not a cloud in the sky. Warm for the first Saturday of Autumn. It was a relief because we hadn’t planned on rain. The weather forcast months earier had predicted the sun would be shining and we selected the date based on that prediction. Plus, I liked the way it looked written out like this: 9-27-1997. All those nines. And the two sevens.

It’s called a garden wedding, but ours was more like a backyard one with lots of green grass and a meadow beyond the arbor we were married under. A fly buzzed under my veil but I didn’t know it until it was all over. I had to really push Joe’s ring on over his knuckle. I remember everyone laughing because of it.

These flowers aren’t from Doc but from his Mom and Dad. I love getting flowers especially when they are delievered to the door by a stranger. It’s like sharing a secret. Today is a special day to be remembered. Remember with me, even if I don’t know you.