“But what if I do.

What if I run out of petals before I get there.”

We practiced it in the hallway of our house eleven times, and I am not exaggerating that number, because I counted the last four out loud to make her laugh.

On the morning of the wedding, Pamela came into the room where Hannah was getting ready, put both hands on her shoulders, looked at her in the mirror, and said, “You look like a princess.”

I was standing in the doorway.

I saw it happen.