…I didn’t want to wait until next summer, even if it meant being married in the same month as my birthday, and tucked in between Thanksgiving and Christmas. It would be nice to celebrate our anniversary in a less crowded month, to be sure. But I was in a hurry. I remember saying, “For some reason, I seem to be in a real hurry to get married.” I remember that distinctly, even before the lump was discovered.
So, after all those years of fears that I was searching for impossible perfection or was sevretly afraid to make a commitment, we were married. I’d known Ken less than four months, but I was sure. He whispered wonderful things to me in the limousine on our way to the ceremony, about seraching for me for lifetimes, slaying dragons to find me, romantic, poetic, lovely things that felt deeply true. I was even a little embarrassed because I wondered if my mothere and father could hear too.