Keith

The sun rises slowly over BlueRock land, turning the sky into watercolor—soft orange, pink, and lavender. The mountains stand tall behind us, silent and ancient witnesses to what’s about to happen. This land raised Hope. It made her strong. And now, it watches her take her final steps as part of it, before stepping into something new—with me.

I stand next to Ben at the altar. We’re dressed sharp, but it’s not the suits I notice. It’s the way the wildflowers spread across the clearing like a blessing. There are garlands woven into tree branches, petals scattered on the ground, sunlight glinting off dewdrops like tiny diamonds. It’s magic....