An unrelenting azure sky blazed overhead as white cotton puffs floated lazily by. The sigh of a breeze disturbed the leaves in the trees and the ballad of a dry August day rang out overhead. Gravel crunched under the weight of slow-incoming vehicles boasting laughing faces and smiling hearts. Unruffled by the temperature, a slow smile crept across her lips as she peered out the window to watch the last of the flowers being placed for the ceremony. The last of the wedding party members to arrive. The rising sun, signifying the passing of the day.
Getting married in the house that they built together, on land that represented their combining of families, on a day that was hot, sunny and carefree with the closest of their friends and family as witnesses.
It was finally happening.
