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When the Storm Ends

When the Storm Ends

I often think of my wedding day. Not necessarily about my dress, décor, or the party, but mostly the weather. The day of my wedding, it rained. I don’t mean a little rain storm; it was a torrential downpour. I was so upset because I worried about our out-of-town guests traveling in the storm—and I worried my hair would fall, my dress would get dirty, or my make-up would run.