The day Tyler and I got married was hot. Uncomfortably, unrelentingly hot. And not the kind of hot that wears off once the sun goes down and a breeze cools everything down. This heat did not let up, not even once the moon rose up and dancing began after dinner. There are photos of our friends drenched head to toe in sweat, and I looked like Runaway Bride: River Swim Escape Version, completely soaked, after just a few songs. That day was pure bliss. I can’t imagine anything more perfect and more us. If things went wrong, my bridesmaids were