We just wanted it all to be about Jesus. The sunshine, the music, the flowers, the tuxes... everything was just what I had dreamed, even amidst any little imperfections of the day. And even in the sweetness of all of that, nothing mattered more than inviting all of the people that we loved most to be ushered into a place where much was made of our God. So we sang together,
Oh! Precious is the flow That makes me white as snow; No other fount I know, Nothing but the blood of Jesus.