Fourteen years ago today I woke up at 4 a.m. in a suite at the Fairmont Kea Lani, nervous and excited and all the wonderful happy things a bride feels on the day of her wedding. A few hours later my friend Evelyn, sister Jenny, and my mom Laura were wide awake as well and we were taking turns in the bathroom to get ready for the 10 a.m. ceremony. I had cut all my hair off just weeks before and so doing my hair was a bit of a gamble, but everything went exactly how I’d hoped. I had also woken up the day before with a giant red pimple on my face that had been making me worried, but by some insane miracle I did my makeup so that you couldn’t see it at all *and* I somehow didn’t look like I was wearing three inches of foundation. Our families arrived. Our wedding coordinator – my nemesis – arrived with dead flowers, the photographer and videographer arrived, and everything was on its way. I walked down the aisle alone to meet up with Alan at the gazebo. During the ceremony, big giant black and yellow bees – which I’m allergic to – flew in and out of the flowers above our heads, their buzzing a constant loop in my ears. Our officiant – a dead ringer for Kenny Loggins – went off script and asked us if we wanted to say anything else. We didn’t. He told me I could cry. I wanted to laugh. Evelyn read e.e. cumming’s “i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)” and a guitarist played the Hawaiian wedding song. Then we kissed – with probably a bit more tongue than people were prepared for – and then we were Mr. and Mrs. Caudill and all was well. We cut the cut – the best cake I’ve ever tasted, to be honest – drank champagne, and then went back to the room to change out of our clothes. Less than an hour later we were back on the beach in our swimsuits with our friend Kevin. Later that night we all drove up to West Maui to attend the Old Lahaina Luau, and we were so happy with our seats because we were down front and center and they had our names in the evening’s program. My sister and Evelyn hooted and hollered at the hunky hula boys and we laughed, ate, drank, and were merry. It was a magical day.