We were driving from the hotel room he'd rented for the groomsmen to get ready in, and I started asking questions. How did he and Cheryl meet? When did he realize he wanted to marry her? And then he began to tell me - about living in a tiny trailer together for three months, about those being some of the best months of his life, about family, and of course about Cheryl, how much he admires and respects her and wants to love her well. It wasn't long before we were both in tears, wiping our eyes as we pulled up to the cabin where Cheryl was waiting for him.
Cheryl planned the ceremony, but Matt planned the reception. She took care of the small chalet with wooden beams where the intimate group of family and friends gathered for a ceremony where everyone encircled the couple, and which included a reading from The Velveteen Rabbit. But Matt wanted to surprise Cheryl while taking some of the stress of wedding planning off her plate. So he arranged for the limo to ferry them from the slopes in Big Sky to a restaurant in Bozeman that evening.
One of the most beautiful things about Cheryl and Matt is their contagious joy. I don't think the wedding ever really started or ended - the entire weekend was infused with a celebratory spirit. Everyone made us feel like we were guests, which made leaving that much harder at the end of the night.
Congratulations, Cheryl and Matt! If your marriage is anything like your wedding, it's going to be one for the books.