The first wedding

March 15, 2003 just one week before this punk rock girl turned 18, because rebels you know, she walked down the aisle to marry the love of her life, while a Sigor Ros song, that lasted just long enough to make everyone squirm, because, rebels you know, played. Afterwards on the way to the reception, this giddy new bride looked deeply into the brown eyes of her groom and he said “you know this may not work right?” She held his hand, staring back with her naive, hopelessly hopeful blue eyes and said softly “I know”.

Obviously, he was right... It worked for about 4 years, none of which really worked.  But, I think back on none of my life with any regret or sorrow. Only fondness for the experiences and wisdom I gained from pain and from joy. For the love I felt and I gave. I would not be who I am today, if it were not for every decision I have made in my life. And I’m not even close to being done learning, growing and loving. Because I’ll only stop when I take my last breath.


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