and everyone came- from Texas, from Spain, from Cali, from GR, from Pitt, from Montana, from Cleveland, from DC…
I remember loving LOVING the way the groomsmen and bridesmaids looked.
I remember trying so hard to listen to my father talk to me as we walked down the aisle that I actually missed the walk down the aisle.
I remember looking around and realizing all these people had come to see us… to wish us well and to pray for us and to fight for us and to laugh with us.
I remember thinking, “I don’t have to go home tonight.” Sleepovers all the time!
I remember Mr. Kirkley pronouncing us Mr. and Mrs. KATIE…uh, Curt Mulder.
Our daughter looks like you, Curt… you and my dad… the two greatest men I know.
You are a serious Greg to my Dharma.
You let me have chickens.
You built me a house out on a dirt road and you calmed me down.
It’s a beautiful day.