We walked down the narrow staircase of the old plantation home at Westover Plantation. We opened the door to the beautiful sunny day and a calming cool breeze. We turned the corner and walked around the back of the house towards the large gardens. Kelly took her long lace train in her hands and slowly walked down the few stairs into the lush garden. She took a few steps and could see the back of Rich; dressed to the nines, facing away, steady, eager to see his bride. I told Kelly it was time, and she slowly walked up to Rich and placed her hands on his shoulders. As he turned around they immediately fell into each others arms. As they pushed away to look at each other, they each had to wipe a tear from their eye.