Before I launch into the festivities of our days here so far...let me relate a little story.
All the sisters went early for the wedding. Ann and Brendon to be sealed together. All were caught up in the occasion that brings so many to gather at the temple. In the "waiting room" as we anticipated entering to gather around the altar there was a buzz that prompted many a "hush" from the white women peeking in and out of the door. My mind was there and elsewhere. Answering the many queries of, "Where's your husband?" with, "Oh, he had to work", "couldn't make it", or "just a bad time". Then, someone said, "Are you sure?". I whipped my head around and poking above the crowd in the shoe room was that lovely bald head attached to a face with 3-day scruff. It was a miracle. And, apparently, an answer to my mom's prayer. Dr. Gooch had managed to steal away, driving through the night after two days of barely a wink of sleep. He was stinky and rough, but the most beautiful sight for me that day. His arrival completed the family. All together for the first time in 5 years.
My groom--with me. We witnessed hand in hand what we had done ourselves six years before. The same sealer, the same altar. We took to heart the advice, "You become more and more married or less and less married based on the decisions you make." I knew, sitting beside my miracle, that we were more married than ever."
He drove away from me today, but with a handful of bonus memories--unexpected and savored, each one.
All the cousins.