Somerley House Summer Soirée

It rained six times.

Six.

It stormed and then it was sunny, and then it stormed again and it was sunny again, and all the while the wedding of Bec and Lachie moved on in the shimmer of love and joy and togetherness.

Oh, but the night.

The mist whipped and billowed into the tent where the beautiful things were happening and the people were laughing and crying all at once and together, and then the singing began and somehow the mist just got thicker and heavier as if the tent itself was collecting the joy, sorrow, beauty and love of all the guests in one big, beautiful gulp.