My second-chance midlife wedding

There's something so seductive about the idea of a do-over.

I got married for the first time twenty-six years ago this July, just shy of my twentieth birthday, and about five months pregnant. The wedding details were pulled together primarily by my soon-to-be mother-in-law and stepmother. I didn’t know anything about how to plan a wedding, and as a knocked-up bride, I felt too sheepish to make many requests.

I sh…