Mike strummed an amplified version of the Bridal Chorus at my request. He watched from the periphery with the guitar balanced on his thigh. After we said our vows, there was an enthusiastic mixture of chords and electric melody, airborne right along with white flowers and cheers.
I've not a single picture of myself with Michael on my wedding day.
S.B. and I left for a two week honeymoon in Greece while Mike got married the following Saturday to a girl named Megan. She was a lifeguard and practiced American Sign Language over dinner. She went to school for certification in Special Education. I didn't make it to their wedding, but from photos I remember the distinct and awkward tan lines plunging upwards from her strapless gown.