Sad and Happy
When I was a nineteen year old bride, walking down the aisle after we were pronounced husband and wife, I felt happy--yes--but there was a glimmer of sadness, too. For months we'd been planning every part of this wedding and now it was over. Of course the joy of being a wife and being married returned, but I'll not forget that feeling that came wispy-like fog that covers a bright sunny morning into gloom.