(First posted on Common Grounds Online as “Nineteen Days Till I Say ‘I Do’ “)
My sister once told me that she had no idea when I’d get married (I’m sure my well-carved independence made many wonder if I ever would), but that when it did happen, it would go fast.
Still, this didn’t seem to reduce my sister’s confusion when–two days after I stepped off the plane from a three-month sabbatical in Australia–I announced to her that I was getting married. Had I been dating someone when I set off on my travels, it might not have seemed so ludicruous. But I hadn’t been. In fact, I decided to skip the whole dating part entirely.
It all began at the Starbucks on 96th Street somewhere during the spring of my senior year of college. Continue reading