We attended a lovely wedding yesterday - the bride is 48 and the bridegroom 51, and I've never seen two people more in love. One of my oldest and dearest friends who's been through tragedy has found happiness again, and I'm stoked for him.
I'm still feeling all warm and fuzzy. :)
Of course, during the service, the priest DID have to read from Matthew 5:9. When he got to Blessed are the peacemakers, I made the mistake of glancing at Bike Boy, and we both had to hold in our laughter, as we immediately thought of this:
I know: we're very naughty and shouldn't be allowed to set foot in a church.