It seemed pretty obvious to me that the Haley/Tschann shindig would go off without a hitch.

What they asked for was movement.
What we got was pretty moving.

Fifty-seven days, ladies and gentleman.
With a ring they designed together, he popped the question...

I bet, I bet, I know, that you've never seen a wedding like this one before. 
(I'll ease you into it though and give you a chance to prove me wrong.)

I knew this one would be good.
(I mean, you remember their epic engagement session in the woods of Wisconsin, right?)

She invited me in right away.

It's delightfully amusing to me, the things that will stand out from a wedding weeks after it has passed. When it's no longer freshfresh and the day has had it's time to settle in the cracks of memory. They're usually the small moments and short phrases, the significance of which is impossible to gauge at the time. 

I wonder what they must have thought, those travelers headed south down Highway 35 that afternoon.
They would have had only a sliver of a moment to see.
Ryan on bended knee and ring in his hand.
Marissa standing before her boyfriend in disbelief.
A cop looking on, having pulled them over moments before, on the side of the road.