Pat, God bless him, was crying before he even turned around to see her. Bec gifted Pat a handkerchief with his new initials, since HE took HER last name. (Literally such king energy, I love those two.) After they took a couple moments, we all walked back to the ceremony space, humid Indiana sunshine overhead in a bright blue sky with big puffy white clouds. Hozier lazily played on the breeze in the background, blending in with birds chirping and Bec occasionally pointing out honeybees. Pat’s brothers had stayed behind and walked with us with boards to lay over the muddy parts of the trail so Bec wouldn’t get her shoes or dress dirty, sweetly offering their hands to help her across.