Sitting in the barn, I thought about my upcoming marriage, and I was afraid. I want to do it right this time, to not fail Maria or myself. I want my marriage to be the color of these flowers, to reflect the light, encouragement, support. I want it to be a source of nourishment and replenishment. To be something of free, not something that binds or smothers. When I close my eyes and think of my marriage, I want it to look like this.