It was perfect. No rain. No wind. Not even much cold on a December afternoon as the sun dipped just low enough to avoid shining in the eyes of our wedding party's faces, to give the perfect lighting for the shots of us together, becoming husband and wife. The photographer's phone went off as the wedding band was slipped on my finger. She later went home with the stomach flu. But she also helped bustle my dress so I could dance. We didn't fall. My dear fiance, now dear husband, was able to lift me (dress and all) without fail. We got to take our pictures. We got to give our speeches. We got to cut our cake and dance, and visit with as many guests as we could. Not everyone, but we tried. Everyone said they had fun. That it was beautiful. Amazing. The best wedding they'd been to. A fairy tale. My favorite compliment was that I looked like one of those figurines you see dancing inside a music box. There is no possible way to write down every det