Our Wedding Day (example memory)

We got married on a warm June afternoon at Rose Garden Estate, under an arch we built ourselves out of borrowed lattice and too many roses. Sam cried before Taylor even started down the aisle — everyone saw it, nobody let him forget it. The ceremony was short on purpose; we wanted more time for the part that actually felt like us: hugging every single person who showed up, some of whom flew in from three time zones away just for the afternoon.

Dinner ran late, the band played longer than we paid them for, and somewhere around eleven Taylor’s grandmother taught half the wedding party a dance neither of us knew existed. We didn’t plan for a perfect day. We planned for a true one, and somehow got both.

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