One year ago, we were getting ready for one of the biggest, most important days we’d ever experience.
We were running last minute errands. I was trying desperately to track down a flower comb that was stuck in customs in Queens. We were both a little curious about where our wedding bands actually were in the world.
We were still back and forth. Tearing up the interstate between Charleston and Florence.
You sent flowers to my office even though that was expressly against the rules, so I bought you that shirt you wanted ...