Even though I'm a romantic at heart, I'm not much of a wedding person. Turns out I'm missing the whole white dress-flowers-party gene that's found on the second X chromosome. But the ceremony I attended yesterday had me singing a different tune. After a lot of grumbling, Erik and I headed out to Shelter Island to fete his old boss/mentor, Ro, and his gorgeous bride, Magali. They got married on a grassy hill overlooking the sparkling ocean, and the reception was held in a white tent decorated with twinkling lights, paper cranes, and pastel parasols. The love and joy in the air was so thick you could almost wrap yourself in it like a blanket. It was magical, and I felt so lucky to be there.
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