Four years ago, I married my best friend. It was an unusually warm day for Nashville in January — about 70 degrees (F) and sunny, if I remember correctly.
The church was full of friends and family, many of whom were moved to tears before the ceremony began. Myself included. There wasn’t much that was ornate, but it was beautiful, nonetheless.
They say you can’t plan for the best things in life. I think this is true.