Who presents this bride?

Personal Narrative
Today makes eight. For years I went to bed early. As an elementary school teacher, I had an extensive morning routine involving exercise, prayer, and a 30-minute commute. I arrived at work by 7 a.m. – well before the kiddos who often wanted to share household news as soon as they said good morning.
Because I require 7-8 hours of sleep to function well, I observed a strict bedtime of 9 p.m. My friends knew this and generally avoided calling past 8 or 8:30. From time to time an acquaintance would call too late, so I turned off my ringer at night just to play it safe. That is, until Daddy admitted his health was fading. It was shortly after Mama died. His prostate cancer wasn't a secret, yet he seemed to be…
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Sunshine, fog and love

Personal Narrative
I'm still waiting for the latest to sink in. Awareness comes in flashes, but it hasn't quite settled in. Maybe in a month? A season? I dunno. But seven days hasn't been enough. A week ago today Blue and I were married! I told him every day of our honeymoon it feels so surreal. I'm a wife now. And a stepmom. Wow. Perhaps I'll spend a few posts digging into these as I try these labels and responsibilities on for size. The ceremony was short, sweet and intimate, and remains quite hazy in my memory. I was in a fog most of the proceedings, despite the clear, sunshiny day. Dina, our photographer, offered suggestions for poses and she had to repeat them all. I could hear her, but somehow she was talking to… someone else. I didn't feel nervous…
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