When I think about how beautiful and perfect it was,
tears well in my eyes.
REJOICE:

It was 10 days to an island Adam & Eve have yet to be cast from,
a little paradise in the Pacific.
The earthquake was not felt by us though it broke some glass at the neighbor's.
The trip to the volcano alters one's sense of time.
The Japanese women could only say over and over again, So happy! So happy!
And so were we all.

The gown, despite the scale of the event...so small...was the most beautiful I have ever seen. The bride a gorgeous petite. The groom, the son, a magnificence.
Waves broke over the basalt coast as we drank wine and danced and danced following the food that was as perfect as the bride...the groom.

The service at the tiny Episcopal church down the road unhindered by the politics of fear that makes the gaining of visas so terribly difficult.

We snorkled with the giant manta rays; fished for blue marlin as bottlenose porpoise delighted in the wake. We swam with thousands of fish in the coral reefs.
It was all in all and in every detail a thing of great dignity, a profound expression of love and commitment, and it was ours.