The only reason I am able to write these next several posts is because I know how it all ends. Have you ever read a book that is just so sad all the way through that you almost want to quit reading it? Because you’re just so afraid of how it ends? But then once you’ve finished it, you recommend it to your sister and tell her to just keep reading through the tears—it’s worth it? That’s sort of how I feel about the day before our wedding. While it wasn’t sadness, it was a whole bucket full of bad luck. Allow me to set the scene: