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Click hereThe day we said our vows before a small gathering, I was sad that my children chose not to attend. But that was the only dark spot on an otherwise wonderful day. When, after the service concluded and Taggert kissed his bride, we walked hand in hand down the aisle, I did my best to keep the tears reigned in as our guests showered us with their best wishes and pelted us with handfuls of rice.
No, I didn't wear white. The pink business suit over a white blouse along with the matching pink pill box hat that held my veil in place was more than enough. White hose, white shoes were my salute to the age-old custom of virgin brides.
This is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning. as Winston Churchill stated so eloquently.
I hope you enjoyed this the final offering in this three-part story.
johnnie.
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cdCindy110 months agoAnother lovely story from such a wonderful writer.
Hugs and kisses,
cdCindy XOXOXOXOXOX
