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Six Sentence Stories: Perfect

She forgot to pack shampoo, so she washed her hair with bar soap.
His tuxedo was misplaced, so he was late for photos.
The order at the restaurant was mixed up, so the waiter was apologetic.
The drive to the reception was long, so they were nearly late.
The bouquet to toss was overlooked, so a quickly-picked, foil-wrapped handful of pansies sufficed.
But truthfully, it was a perfect wedding day, so the couple started their happily-ever-after.

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Thanks to Ivy of Uncharted, for hosting Six Sentence Stories, and thanks to John.

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    1. Thank you. I've really been enjoying the Six Sentence Stories!

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  2. Flexibility is the key to a happy life.

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    1. Life does have a way of throwing curve balls. :-)

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    1. Yes, it is. Combined with the bat incident my mom wrote about, you can get a pretty good picture of that wedding week! :-)

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  4. of course, as we know, it's not the things that happen (to make more difficult or to stress or to disappoint), it's the way that they (the fictional couple* in the story) look to each other and find and share the good, instead of being apart left with only the bad.

    * lol well, this is a story, right?

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    1. Truth is stranger than fiction, rogers always say.

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  5. I remember this, but I also remember how I felt seeing the two of you together that day. It was a beautiful.

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    1. And "the rest of the story" is over at my mom's blog: http://aseasonandatime.blogspot.com/2015/09/six-sentence-stories-perfect.html

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