I was in a wedding. I wish my momma could have been there. I wish my sister could have seen. I wish all those women who said I'd never, ever be anywhere near a chapel could see me standing in front of a church in a blue suit and ruffled white shirt with neo-Elizabethan flavor.
But none of those people were there. Not my momma, who's not feeling very well. Not my sister, who chided me as a frivolous, immature dog just a few days ago. Not any of the women I'd disappointed by not "acting right."
None of them were here 'cause this wasn't my wedding. Right next to me in a blue suit that looked even more Elizabethan...