".....the most beautiful wedding I've ever seen!"

".....the ceremony was so special. It was so fun!"

".....this food is perfect! Oh, I ate too much!"

".....is that your father-in-law dancing with the minister?"

As Stace was sitting on the concrete floor in tears, I was running up the stairwell of the parking garage. I wasn't thinking about flowers. I wasn't thinking about food. All I wanted was ice.

Six hours later, Stace walked down the isle at the Broad St. United Methodist Church.....steadied by her Uncle Bob.

Unsure if she had broken her ankle after tumbling off a small step in the parking garage, I called 911 and EMTs arrived in moments. Stace refused a ride in the ambulance to get x-rays.

Instead, we sat down during most of the ceremony......a ceremony that was unique in it's words as well as it's participation of the wedding guests. A ceremony that was written by the two of us and David, the minister. It captured who we are, and how important our family and friends are to us. Our friends George and Rachel each read poems for us, and Stace's sister-in-law Jane sang for us. There were many fun moments. And even a surprise or two. At the end, Stace and I invite all the guests to come forward and embrace and laugh. We wanted to include everyone to be part of our ceremony. We all posed together for one giant wedding photo.

(coming soon, the reception and other fun stories from that wonderful day.....)