On a beautiful, sunny afternoon in Cloverdale, California, my cousin Nick married the love of his life.
And I was there to see it all.
I was also there to take a fall.
Yes, that’s right.
I took a tumble in my sky high heels on the grass a mere two steps away from an actual walkway.
It was HORRIBLY embarrassing.
But you know, wouldn’t be me if there wasn’t some sort of unusual occurrence to overcome.
Sometimes it’s a rude boy, other times it’s wicked high heels.
So Nick and Caitlin got married and I indeed cried when they read their vows to each other.
Nick had virtually lost his voice the night before but he managed to speak clearly and concisely about all the ways he loved Caitlin.
And I’m not kidding when I say that everyone got choked up.
It was beautiful.
Everything you want to see when your cousin picks out the woman of his dreams to marry.
So maybe I fell.
It was clear that these two lovebirds had fallen too.
Fallen totally in love with each other.
And watching them dedicate themselves to one another for the rest of their lives, well that just turned a beautiful day in October into an extraordinary fall day in October.
My heart is full.