Dream of the Soft Look Your Eyes Had Once

The bits and pieces of my October wedding day, so long ago that I can hardly remember it, except for one thing: my aunt, now dead, taking me gently by the shoulders, looking me in the eyes, through eyes very like mine, and saying: Try to stop and look around you for a moment, take this day in, because sometime, many years from now, you will want to take out the little details and look at them and think back...