I can’t believe it was 34 years ago that I married Richard. I remember it so distinctly. My stomach was not my friend, it was full of butterflies, I couldn’t eat a bite all week. I was actually weak in the knees, trembling all the time. Can you imagine? When I wasn’t actually with Richard I was thinking about him, constantly, imagining what he was doing, was he thinking about me, making up little scenarios in my head about how we’d run into each other accidentally at the club. And he would be playing golf and I would walk by and he would be so distracted that he would completely miss the ball. Silly. I was in love. But the thing I remember most was that the entire week before my wedding I’d wait ‘till my mother went to sleep and I’d sneak out of bed and I’d put on my wedding dress and my tiara and my gloves and I would stare at myself in the mirror and think how very safe I felt, how very right and wise and honored.