Jan 11 / editor

September 2, 1973 – Petersen Rock Garden

Petersen Rock Garden

We were there before the sun rose and it was cold. Or at least I think it was cold, the grass had a silver sheen, my breath left small white puffs and all my beautiful friends were wearing their coats. But I do not remember being cold. I had too many other thoughts tumbling one over the next in my mind. For this day – this Sunday morning, September 2, 1973 was my wedding day. The day my soon to be husband and I had planned.


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