I'm walking down the stairs to greet the bride, Christina. I have yet to see her, but I know she's arrived. I know this because there were two older men at the base of the stairs, shoulder to shoulder, staring down the hall. These men look to be the salts of the earth, hard-working, soaked from the rain with mud on their rain boots. Good men with a glint in their eyes. As I walk passed them, I hear one say to the other, "Now, there's something you don't see every day."
And there she was at the end of the hall, a stunning silhouette.
Throughout the evening, when Taly looked upon his bride, I saw a man with complete adoration and admiration for her. I saw a good man, with a glint in his eyes who sees a stunning woman, every day.