In the photo, I am standing on the wing of a small plane. I am glowing—poised cautiously on patent leather heels, tailored wool dress, white gloves, white gardenias on my shoulder. He stands on the ground, black suit, confident smile, one hand reaching up to balance me as we pause to wave goodbyes before crawling inside the four-seat Piper Cherokee. Behind me, a young pilot peers from the cockpit, sharing the joy and expectancy of the moment. It’s night. Vows have been repeat