To one of my readers:
Things I remember from December 1 —
You, beautiful, as it rained outside.
All the friends and family who were there.
I was late because I’d been cooking.
After the vows and the party at the preschool in the hills,
we went to a bar with some friends
where the owner feted us with Cook’s champagne.
Or should I say “champagne”?
Then we went home together.