It was 14 frigid degrees in Logan.
I threatened my children that they should not get married in December.
I have since revised that threat to no weddings in the whole winter.
But still it was a beautiful day. The bride was blushing.
The groom had a perma-grin.
The bride's grandmother cried.
The bride's brother threatened the groom. In a nice way.
The sun came out to warm our backs; it didn't warm my toes.
But love and joy and family warmed my heart.
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