We went to a wedding last night that can only be described as perfect.
The setting was the farm of the bride’s parents. We were seated outside under the blue sky surrounded by the green hills that–for my money–make Middle Tennessee the most beautiful place on earth.
Instead of a third cousin singing Ave Maria, we were serenaded by Jonell Mosser.
The altar was stone that the couple had found together.
The priest opened by paraphrasing the 23d psalm because we were truly were on green pastures beside still waters.
The bride was beautiful. The groom was tall and proud.
There weren’t vases and urns of flowers everywhere. There weren’t candles or carpets or communion.
The bride didn’t walk down the aisle to a roaring organ playing the Wedding March. No…a single fiddler played Ode to Joy instead.
It was the most elegant wedding I’ve ever been too…and what made it so elegant was its simplicity.
It really was just perfect.
Oh…except for one small thing…it was about 123 degrees…but that made the chilled champagne taste so much better!