A Full Moon Friday on October Thirteenth in the Year Two Thousand
It was my wedding day. I had a 13-week-old Gracie in my belly and 36 cross-country runners as my bridesmaids. I had never been so happy. Kenny’s sister Bobbie stayed with us. She heard us talking and laughing in the shower as we planned our day. She loved that we were such good friends. After a failed first marriage and a lifetime of ups and downs I thought I had finally found what I was looking for. A normal happy life.