Driving up the gravel driveway of Taylor's childhood home, I felt excited for things to come. Taylor's mother was a pro, helping each bridesmaid apply the final touches to their makeup while other ladies finished their hair in the middle of the kitchen. Throughout the morning, Taylor's dad was chill, keeping a safe distance from the hustle and bustle throughout the house. At times, he'd waltz away to his happy place, his man cave- constructed with his hands and built with his little girl, the bride-to-be. Soon Taylor would tap him on his shoulder, he'd turn, and they would share a sweet moment. Next, Taylor opened a letter from her Chris, a few words with vows, conveying his commitment and happiness for things to come today and for the rest of their lives. After leaving Taylor's home, I hung out with Chris and the fellas. As we waited for the shuttle, I chatted with Chris's father, a retired businessman, and newly ordained minister, nervous but eager to officiate his first wedding. A few hours later, father and son patiently waited at the end of the aisle. As people began to stand up and cheer, you saw Chris, on cue, begin to cry the happiest of tears as Taylor's eyes met his own. From that point forward, the two did everything with a smile, from their first kiss to more happy tears during the toast and the first dance. Chris even returned to his gymnastic days, flexing with a few well-executed back-flips. Impressive! Congratulations, Taylor and Chris; all the best to you and your family.