My older sister is getting married next month. This will be her second wedding since I’ve been single. For those who like to keep score, it’s 2-1, with her in the lead.
Plus, my “wedding” when I got married at the age of 18 didn’t really count. It wasn’t a big, fancy wedding, to say the least. It was just the two of us, at home, in our jeans, and we had to go knock on the next door neighbors’ door and ask them to be our witnesses.