I stumbled upon a CD the other night. It contained a scattering of digital images from the time of our wedding. I remember not wanting our day to be heavily documented, and so the only pictures that exist are those taken by my father, my father-in-law, and my mother-in-law's boyfriend.

Our wedding was, quite simply, about us. It wasn't about who was there, or what was worn. It wasn't about the party favors or the flowers. It wasn't about the feast or the music. It was just us. It was unpretentious....and yet, profound.

The aforementioned night, I found myself staring at the pictures that I have long loathed. Life was different for the people in those pictures. I hadn't yet had a taste of mortality.