I spent the first weekend of March partaking in a friend’s beautiful San Diego wedding, tearing up at her vows, as the breeze rustled my dusty mauve dress. It was my first time serving in the exhilarating role of bridesmaid and, if things had gone according to plan, it would have been just weeks before my own big day.
I spent the first weekend of March partaking in a friend’s beautiful San Diego wedding, tearing up at her vows, as the breeze rustled my dusty mauve dress. It was my first time serving in the exhilarating role of bridesmaid and, if things had gone according to plan, it would have been just weeks before my own big day.
