Jenny and Paul were married on a hot day in the beginning of August. Before the ceremony, the bride and groom journeyed to a park and there they wandered around for several hours, holding hands and finding shade underneath the branches of large, old trees. The summer day was noisy with music from ice-cream trucks and children’s laughter in the distance and it was lit with mottled sunlight, which came down in rays through the leafy canopy. After the quiet hours together in the park, these two finally headed to the church, where they stood beneath a ceiling full of twinkle lights which shone like stars. They looked into the crowd of family and friends, then they looked each other in the eyes and said I DO. When they stepped outside that night as newlyweds, the world was new, the crickets were chirping and the moon hung as a celebratory half-crescent light in the dark blue sky.