When my sister was engaged for only three months, all my grandma could say was, “Well, I can’t complain.” That’s because my Grandma Mary was engaged for all of eight days. That’s right—eight days. After a long friendship with my grandfather, they fell in love just as he was supposed to leave for a job in Washington. They had planned to get married when he returned the next year, but then they talked to the bishop. “You need to take her with you,” he advised. A little shell-shocked, they threw together a wedding in seven days and got married on the eighth.
