by Shannon Morehouse

Created on: December 03, 2008

The day has finally comeyour wedding day. As a little girl, you envisioned this day incessantly. At the time, you thought you would be married at age 20. As you grew older, you began to realize that the BIG DAY was a bit further away. When things didn't work out with your high school sweetheart, you were okay, knowing that you were off to college where you were sure to find the love of your life. And after three or four beaus in college, you were admittedly discouraged, but still hopeful of finding "the one" as you moved to New York City

to embark upon your career. And after just over a year in the Big Apple, you met Ken, and he melted your heart. It took four and a half years of dating for him to finally pop the question, but you declared "Yes!" without hesitation. After all, you've been waiting for your wedding day your entire life.

Now, at age 29, you are standing at the entrance of the chapel atop a glorious mountain, gripping your father's clammy hand. Your sister Delilah is your maid of honorshe seems a mile behind you, holding your elegant train. You peek ahead to the backs of the heads of your cherished relatives and friends. You catch a glimpse of the pastor and the groomsmen whispering to each other and there is no Ken. "He's always late," you gripe to your father, "I just can't believe he's late today of all days!"

Ten minutes go by, and then another ten, then an hour. You begin to worry. Did he get in a car accident? What on earth could've happen to him? Delilah has your cell phone in her clutch purse. You ask to use it. You call him. No answer. As you are leaving him a message, your phone beeps. You have a new text message. You check it and nearly fall over. "I just couldn't go through with it. Ken." You are in shock. Your father is furious, but keep consoles you. "Honey, would you like to be left alone with your sister and friends, or should we still have the reception and call it a family reunion instead?" "I don't know," you answer as you wipe your tears, "I guess, let me go change and we can still do the reception." Your father does his best to remain composed, and walks into the chapel, and delivers the shocking news. "Friends, my daughter has been stood up." Gasps are let out in the crowd. "However," your father responds "We are all here under one roof, which is a rare circumstance. Let's take advantage of it and celebrate. Feel free to go back to your hotels and change into something more casual. We will meet at the country club at 7:00 as

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