No coat needed. Only the balerina length wedding gown, the crayon yellow sun, the sweet, dusty smell of the brightly dying autumn leaves, Lou with his drugstore necktie to make up for the one he forgot to bring, and nineteen other caring people including Father Boucher. Lou's family had attended a pre-nuptial Mass, while the rest of us received a private communion at the local Lutheran church.
I think we both knew we were making a mistake, but we were committed, and remained committed for almost 20 years. A magnificent day in Vermont! Here I'm sharing my annual quiet remembrance.
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