Finally, after driving for what seemed like forever, in the middle of nowhere, and in a large field, we came upon a mass of parked cars next to a hay barn. Well I guess this is it. As I sat on a hay bale, in a barn full of hay, I was definitely not expecting the day to go as it did. But all my pre-composed notions went out the window when a brilliant white horse came prancing down the aisle with a glowing bride riding bareback.
I honestly don’t think I have been to a wedding as epic as this since. There were hay rides, pony rides, coordinated walks and hikes, even lawn games to pass the time before the reception. My family went exploring that afternoon along the creek that wove through the fields, when we came across a graveyard of sorts, a cattle graveyard.
There was beauty in this place, these animals had lived a good life on this huge farm, they grazed to their heart’s content, until one day they laid down, not able to graze anymore. Life is this way isn’t it? You live, and then you die. All we can hope for is that we live a good and happy life. As the night sky sparkled above the reception tables, I couldn’t help but think about life, and death, but mostly life.
There is a perfectly intact cow skull in my parents’ rose garden from that day, and it reminds us daily to cherish the simple pleasures in life, and to stop and smell the roses every once and awhile.
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