This weekend my family, under a cloudy but clearing sky, sat in a back yard near Hershey, PA, and watched my cousin get married.

It was a small cermony, warm and beautiful and exactly like the two of them. Her father, a minister, performed the ceremony while my cousin’s dog played among the grass to the side.

Afterwards, we ate and laughed and took pictures.

It’s funny when you realize as it’s happening that you are in a moment that you will remember for the rest of your life. You almost feel like you should be doing or saying something more important, something with gravity. But you can’t, or maybe you shouldn’t. You should just let the moment come and wash over you, content with warm memories of family and days spent under increasingly sunny skies.