Some days surf a razor thin crest. A trickle of rain, a hint of a cloud, starting on lush grounds, Christine and Rob’s day threaded the needle, but hit all the notes with perfect pitch. It was beautiful. It wasn’t a day that would be stopped by the rain – there wasn’t even a pause. It was rich and wonderful and joyous. The clouds parted, as if on command, right as they rolled into the venue with big smiles and that type of look you only get on a day surrounded by everyone you love. I couldn’t have been happier than being there to see it. This is what weddings are about.