A personal essay from a Type B—no, that doesn’t stand for “bridezilla”—bride.Credit: Courtesy of Taylor Ford / JakobJakob / Getty Images / InStyleGood things come to those who wait, and as a 36-year-old child bride (accurate by New York City standards, at least), I’m letting the universe handle the celebration of my nuptials to the man it so generously delivered. Despite being an August Leo, I have no desire for the obligatory attention that com…