I have a confession to make. I have not been planning/dreaming of my wedding since I was six years old. There are no scrapbooks, files, dog-eared wedding magazines from the ‘80’s. The first and only time I made any kind of short-lived scrapbook, I glued my fingers together. True story. Two and a half years ago, I began to picture myself married. To Sarge. Being married, that is. Not the wedding. And so, when we began to discuss what the…
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