26 years ago, on January 31st, 1987 at 6:00 p.m., I married the man of my dreams! The events of that day are still pretty clear to my heart and in my memory for many reasons.  First, the setbacks. Yes, just about every wedding day has them and ours was no exception. He was an extremely nervous groom. In the stress of remembering what to bring to the church, he forgot my wedding band and there wasn't time to go back to his house, 40 minutes away, and get it before the ceremony. So we ended up borrowing his friends' wife's ring until after the ceremony. I wasn't a happy camper. On top of that, his brother, who was a groomsman did not show up for the wedding, and could not be reached anywhere. Thank goodness, a friend of Ken's who was at the wedding was the same size and fit into the tux and was able to stand up in place of his brother. Thank goodness, both of the issues we were able to resolve without a lot of hoop-la and chaos. There were also some a