Journal



#72 Buck’s wedding.



Even though the wind was whipping at 20 miles per hour, it was an absolutely gorgeous day for an outdoor wedding. I had the honor of sitting with the groom’s mother right on the front row so I could see the giddy smiles exchanged, the nervous slips during their vows, and I even got to exchange a few smiles with my own groom who was standing beside him. They had a fiddler playing during the ceremony, and I can’t tell you how beautiful and haunting a slow fiddle sounds during such a solemn and special time.