A winter wedding at the ranch.
Their son said he'd like to marry the girl of his dreams out at the ranch in the gazebo.
Son said, "We'll just drive out after church and have a small; very personal ceremony".
She called her very best friend who is as talented as she isn't and, together, they made bows, tufted tulle, found a caterer, ordered food and cake and champagne and decorated the gazebo.
He hauled out the tractor and began sprucing up the old place. Fences needed mending, barns needed cleaning, hedges needed trimming and the horses needed their wedding grooming.
Bride's family flew in the night before for an old fashioned Texas barbeque. He cooked. She worried about the bows and the tulle and the weather.
The wedding day dawned brilliant and sunny and warm.
The bride, a California girl, was exquisite. The groom, a native Texan, was so very handsome.
Guests arrived and began to drift towards the gazebo at 3:00. The groom took his place next to the minister.
The bride came to him on the arm of her reluctant father.
There was not a dry eye around the gazebo as they exchanged their reverent and heartfelt vows.
Following a sumptious buffet, the cake was cut and toasts were made to the happy couple before the sun set on a special and memorable day at Burnt Biscuit Ranch.