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Small church ceremony.
Barn reception.
String lights.
Taco truck.
Nothing fancy.
That summer was the first time our families really spent extended time together.
And the first time Daniel’s parents, Susan and Richard, visited the lake cabin, Mom was more nervous than I had ever seen her.
She called me every night for a week.
“What do they like to eat?”
“Mom, normal food.”
“Does Susan drink tea or coffee?”
