 | We were joined as a family on a brilliantly sunny early afternoon in July. Because John and I were engaged in April (on the Saturday between Good Friday and Easter, by coincidence), we were lucky to get the Rose Garden at all, slipping into a vacancy left by a cancelation. As it turned out, the last weekend in July is, historically, the least likely weekend of the year to endure rainfall. |
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True to type, there was no rain on our wedding day. Perhaps the heat was a little much, but we were too busy basking in our own heat — the warmth between us — to notice. |
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Getting married is all the more significant when children are involved. More than a promise between two adults in charge of their own destinies, a marriage with children involves shaping the future of tenacious but fragile little beings who want only to be happy. |
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The fairy tale mood set by the roses, sculpted shrubberies, and fancy dresses provoked my laughter when Zoe lifted my train to cross the gravel path between our hiding place and the grassy aisle. |