Three weeks ago today, I wrote a post called "When It Hit Me" about my daughter's wedding. That post began with...

"Not when I woke at six
to droning hair driers beyond our door.
Or when I stepped into the room
that had been hers for seven years
to see her mother lacing up the gown.
Or when she walked with elegance
down the driveway
for morning photos at the shore..."

These are those moments. I was not there. My brother Dave K. was the videographer. The photographer was Kelly W. If you'd like to see more wedding video clips, go back to When It Hit Me and click on the video links indicated by red underlined text.

We watched the entire DVD Friday evening and again last night with Keith's parents. It's been fun reflecting back on the day that, in one way or another, seems to have set the tone here for many months.

Believe it or not this lingering tone holds true for my pending post... "Bringing Home the Duncan Phyfe Part II." [I seem to be suffering from writer's block.] We'll be camping for most of this week, but I do hope to check in. Who knows, I may even finish that story. In the meantime, please enjoy this clip and those at that July 1st post.