Camano Island. Cama Beach State Park. A day in mid-October. Cabins in the woods. Cabins on the water. The sound of waves against the rocks. A clouded sky and birds flying above the tree tops. The bride standing on the cabin’s front porch in blue shoes; the groom standing with his back to the ocean, waiting for her. A ceremony underneath a canopy of boats, next to the sea. A reception hall with wooden ceilings and a view of the forest. A table filled with postcards, and guests writing messages to the bride and groom. A photo booth with wizard hats and mustaches and pink boas. A dinner of salmon and fifty homemade pies for dessert. Sunset and darkness and rain for luck. Toasting to the couple in front of a fireplace made of stone and the crowd on the dance floor, moving to Michael Jackson and Jay-Z. And at the end of the night: the newlyweds spinning underneath the lights, in each others arms, and the love all around them everywhere.