But for me everything was coming up daisies that day:
But that was infinitesimally small stuff, forgotten by the actual day of the wedding.
And I recall that on that day the sun came out for the first time in weeks. I considered it a good omen. And so, though it was only about 30 degrees outside, I got a bee in my bonnet and decided that because the sun was shining it would be wonderful if the wedding party walked the quarter mile from my parents' house to the church.
Believe me, I'd never do or require another human being to do such a thing now.
... Until I attended four more weddings that were somehow every bit as superlatively wonderful as my own was:
I guess nothing colors your world like love.