St. David's Episcopal Church in Ashburn, Virginia I used to remember the exact program of the service. I could have told you which songs happened when and what time each event was scheduled and maybe even what we had for dinner. I used to recall which songs got who dancing and the name of the type of bustle my dress had. Now, I can still regale you with the story of how we discovered the wedding crasher in a chili pepper tie and the empty wrapped present box he left on the gift table. I can clearly see my grandmother dancing with my aunts and the absolutely stunning three-tiered cake-pop dessert table. The live band played "Love Shack" when I asked them not to, but it got everyone on the dance floor. My best friend decorated the honeymoon suite with roses laying all over; which was especially memorable because the thorny stems were not removed. I used to spend huge swaths of each March 31st remembering that one thirteen years ago fondly. Today was different, because for ...