Truth be told, I’d never spent much time thinking about what kind of bride I’d be. It was one day, and one day did not a marriage make. The thing I imagined was the guy at my side, my partner in life. The person who’d complement my personality, in the same ways that Tim balanced out Mom’s. I always imagined that man would be gregarious and funny and excessively charming. He’d have a big laugh and a wide smile, and we’d be so charming together that it was almost nauseating. The details of how I got down the aisle, what flowers I’d clutch in my hand, what the cut of my dress was—they never
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