We spent the evening with these two, with nearly everyone in the world they love there to cheer them on, aside from a few too far away to make it. Before we ate she said, this is what our wedding felt like. Now, we celebrate the upcoming arrival of their baby. And it's the best description I have of holy. Sharing a meal. The love for the baby girl; for us all. In another thirty of so years, perhaps we'll be together again, frailer versions of ourselves, celebrating the wedding of that baby.