Each year, these signs of midsummer remind me of the day I married Papa D. It was magical, blessed by the Goddess. It rained on our heads during the garden ceremony (a sign of luck), but we didn't even feel it.
This year, I'm feeling particularly grateful that my mother was there that day. She had already had cancer for 16 years, and it wasn't clear that she would be up for the travel. I remember that the most emotional moment came when I saw her and realized that she had really lived until my wedding day.
Today, it is eight years of marriage, and I would happily do it all over again.
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