My Family Chose My Sister’s Baby Shower Over My Wedding and the Next Morning They Wouldn’t Stop Calling Me

The ceremony lasted twelve minutes. We said our vows. Marcus had written his on a piece of primed canvas. I had written mine on the back of one of my illustrations. We both laughed and both cried. Seven people clapped.

In that garden, in the June afternoon light, with the salt marsh shining behind the chairs and lavender moving in the small breeze, continue reading …