The Groom

The Groom wedding ring

I have picked up an odd habit, or maybe not so odd, I do not know. At weddings, the music plays its interlude, and the doors are opened, and the…

In her Father’s arms

Father's arms

The waves crashedThe thunder roaredUnabashed the lightning seared the skyThe billows soaringWind writhing This was a wonderful timeFor the little girl in her Father’s armsAs He held her closeHis voice…