A happy bride then, a happy wife now

July 21, 2012
L to R: my maternal grandparents Papa & Mama, me, Michael. July15, 1972
Who knew that I’d have only one surviving official photograph 
from my first marriage to M. 
Or that I’d even want it. 
That it would again be relevant to my life.
So here’s the moral of the story: 
When you pose for photographs, make sure you’re always smiling.
I really was a happy bride. Honest.
And this go ’round, I’m a happy wife.
That’s the damn truth.

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