A pair of violinists tied the knot this week. They met playing summer concerts in the Canadian Rockies, at a resort thousands of kilometers away from where they lived the rest of the year. Which is amazing all by itself. 

The special music was spectacular, because, well, everyone they know is passionate about it. Two flower girls were as dainty as fairies in pink dresses, and flung their rose petals in the air like fireworks. The ring bearer exercised more restraint.

In anticipation of their guests, the bride and groom spent an afternoon last week making candied ginger, which they tucked into small mason jars with ribbons. What delicious evidence of the sweetness that is theirs to share so generously. 

The minister spoke about the commitment that goes into mastering an instrument. Both of them have worked hard enough to know the rewards of practice, good teachers, and a fine instrument. As a treat for all of us, they played a First Duet before dinner, and we could soak up the way they gazed at one another, leaned into each other, and harmonized. Such a lovely metaphor for the symphony that is their life together.