There is a small church on a hill at O'Keefe Ranch. A few small pews, a few stained glass windows, a few wild flowers to decorate the isle. The wedding was small and quaint, and the beautiful rustic venue was the perfect setting for their new beginning. But there was nothing simple or quaint about Meghans magnificant gown. She had first seen it at a bridal fair in Kamloops, but it wasn't until she tried it one in the store that she fell in love with the soft blush ruffles and the perfectly fitted bodace.
Kiss me out of the bearded barley,
Nightly, beside the green green grass
Swing, swing, swing the spinning step
You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress.
Oh kiss me beaneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance,
Silver moon's sparkling
So kiss me