On this day twenty years ago, I was a child bride.
I’ve been divorced so long I didn’t even remember it was my wedding anniversary until my girl Josie and I were chatting about NYE plans.
Me: I got married on New Years Eve.
Josie: I know you were a child bride, but what year was that?
Me: 2003? Holy shit, I guess this is my twenty year wedding anniversary?!
First of all, I’m not sure how I’m old enough to be a twenty year anything, but I have to tell you, it was a beautiful wedding. I’m wearing a gorgeous Monique Lhuillier gown and diamond chandelier earrings on loan from Judith Ripka from my bestie Brie’s days as a purveyor of luxury jewelry. My bouquet is a cascade of gorgeous white orchids and my girls are wearing festive New Years’ gold paired with classic red roses. We were married in the evening, under a chuppah at Salvatore’s in Lincoln Park. Instead of flowers I covered the tables in candlescape, the…
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