Our wedding day dawned bright and cool. The girls were excused from school for the day that Friday and, dressed to the nines, we all arrived at the courthouse. Marie met us there, dressed in a lovely suit and elegant heels. She was beautiful, and I looked forward to having her as a mother-in-law. Tony and Sherie dressed in their finest getups—which for Sherie meant a bright pink top and white pants to go with her favorite shoes, and for Tonya, a Spiderman T-shirt with a black bolero jacket and knee-length skirt. Marius was a little nervous, but I held his hand in mine firmly as we led the way to the appropriate room for the ceremony. Larry, Marius’s boss and friend from work, arrived just in time for the proceedings to begin. By the time we got to saying “I do,” there wasn’t a dry eye in