My Reception | Nina Bannett

You read halcyon, you read joy, you read endless sea.
This script you followed. We could not ask you to sign our Ketubah.
You could not enter our yichud. An outsider.
You could not find a bridesmaid dress in the right color.
You had given birth a few months earlier.
You drove hundreds of miles and beat Hurricane Ernesto to be there.
You refused to stay at the hotel I picked out. Continue reading “My Reception | Nina Bannett”