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Like a lightly painted brush, Fall stroked color across the rolling acres. Tinted cinnamon and nutmeg found their hues on tree tops. Hills upon hills upon hills of mowed grass backed up to white fences and tall wheat. In the center was a quiet pond reflecting back each tree full of oncoming autumn leaves.

In this place, they found themselves in a moment. The moment. The one she would see her groom for the first time…and him, her. In her eyes glistened hope and desire. In his, love and promise.

There wasn’t a moment quite like it the rest of the day.

It was sweet…almost sacred. The rush, the time, the surroundings faded and it was like only the two of them remained.

They held hands. She cried beautiful, happy tears of gratitude that just hours from now, she would be his wife for forever. In the solitude and quiet of the moment, they read each other their vows for the first time. Not in front of guests but only, specifically to the other’s heart.

Fall was there at Mildale Farms.
Love was there too.
Forever and to the end….