A recent wedding I performed in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains turned out to have a rather enchanting look and feel. It was a rainy, misty day and, yet, the couple chose to go ahead with their outdoor ceremony. We stood on a bluff overlooking a beautiful, green meadow and, with the mist and the fog, one could easily have imagined we were in the natural wonder of Scottish meadows. A fitting ambience, given that we had a touching a hand-fasting moment in the ceremony, a Scottish tradition that gives rise to the binding of the bride's and groom's hands, hearts, and lives. The fasting, the beauty of the green valley through the mist, and the very atmosphere of love brought them home, and sanctified their union.