A wedding is never “just a wedding” to me.
Not during nor after.

It was the perfect August day in Duluth.
Reeeeally.
As a personal amusement, I decided as I arrived at the lake that morning that I was going to keep count of how many times I overheard anyone express the same sentiment.
And what I got was three.
THREE!
(And I'll admit, the last one was someone agreeing with me as I tried to coax them into marveling.)