We have been happily married for 6 weeks now and I haven't seemed to find any time to write about the best day of my life (don't even ask about the thank you cards!) Eryn asked me the other day why the best days are the ones that end the fastest and I wished I had a good answer for her. 
As the big day approached, a mountain storm advisory was issued for our area and temperatures began to drop. We started to wonder if we would be drenched or frozen. But we woke up to a beautiful, clear and sunny morning that Saturday. A beautiful, clear, sunny and freezing morning. Temperatures were a balmy 43 as we exchanged vows in front of our friends and family (some wrapped in sleeping bags and blankets). It meant so much to both of us to look out and know that everyone sitting there in that meadow was someone that had touched our lives, someone that we loved. And most of those people had come long distances and taken time from their lives. We had friends from Washington, Colorado, Arizona, Utah, Wisconsin and even Germany drive up that long dirt road!I don't think there was a dry eye around, from the time the Eryn and I rode up on horses to the final kiss. We wanted a personal ceremony, something more than just the typical verses. And thanks to our great friend, Dave White, we got just that and more! He told the story of us within the context of our own words in a way I will never forget.
And then there was the band, the horses, the mouth watering food (James, you rock!) and the kids riding around and around on the trailer. The weather held until the very last moment, then we were caught in a summer snowfall. Only in Montana!
As we were driving away from our wedding site to the cabin, Eryn said to me with a heavy sigh 'I wish I had a button I could push so I could start this day over again.' Eryn, honey....I couldn't agree with you more.
