Christmas Eve
Myra
I stand in front of a mirror. I try not to cry. These were happy tears though. I was marrying Michael. He wanted to marry me!! I had a silk red ribbon wrapped around my middle on my fancy white wedding dress. The ladies all helped me with my hair. My make up was all done up.
My family could not really come out, but my best friend was here. And that was all that mattered. My folks had called me the night before to tell me congrats. They were having horrible snowstorms out back home. So, they could not fly out here.
My friend had flown out here earlier thankfully. I was grateful to have her here. Joe Jackson was going to walk me down the aisle to Michael seeing that my father was not going to be able to make it.
I had handwritten Michael a personal love poem that I
