Their wedding day began as a crisp fall morning at Vee Bar Ranch in Laramie.
The wind gently shook the autumn leaves over a river that wound through the cabins on the property. In one, Greg adjusted on his tie and handed out vests and laughs to his mates. Next door, Meagan stepped into her dress. ‘Aaahs’ and applause erupted as she turned to show her best girls her final look. Further up the stream family gathered on an island in the crisp September air and kept warm with hot cider.
Its almost like it was meant to be. He sat across the bar from her and watched her work and later she would watch him as he moved in across the street from her house.
By chance a work crush became a neighbor. A neighbor turned into a date, a date a best friend, and a best friend a fiance.
I could tell you about how these two came from different corners of the country to call Laramie home. How they found each other and he sang his way into her heart while she danced her way into his. I could tell you that their engagement began atop a mountain with the sun shining, birds singing, and champagne…but I wont.