Following Saturday’s wedding ceremony, we were all invited to follow a nearby path through the woods to the home of the bride’s family.
A simple path in through the trees
that turned into a gravel lane.
We meandered past Salt Creek
with candles strung here and there to mark the way,
until we came to this welcoming entrance.
It was a good way to reflect on the ceremony, the happiness of the bride and groom, their family and friends, the passage of time, the renewal of life, and the wonderful beauty of the day and perfect weather it produced.
We found our place cards here.
I stood, amazed, at the wedding cake, which was generously baked and decorated by a friend.
The two lightning bugs on top lit up while spun sugar tickled the cake.
These were the favors,
and the flowers.
We talked and laughed and ate and toasted, wishing the best life has to offer to the bride and the groom, and then
we danced by the light of the moon.