It’s snowing. And I’ve always wanted a spring wedding. It’s in an ornate church downtown. And I wanted a cozy country affair. It’s a spectacle with hundreds of people in attendance. And all I wanted was something small and intimate. Worst of all, the man I’m going to walk down the aisle toward isn’t the one I see when I close my eyes. He isn’t the one I’ve wanted for the better part of my life.
