The Invisible Thread of Calm
A warm, June sun had just appeared over the horizon when I walked toward the building where I would be married in just a few short hours.
I was terrified.
In a classic case of cold feet, I had spent most of the previous night wondering if I wanted to be married at all. I knew I loved, so deeply, the young lady with whom I was about to make a most sacred commitment, but I was afraid of…