We are blessed with moss-kissed, fern-growing, branch-sprawling old Oak trees here in the South. These are true historical relics. I wonder what all they’ve seen throughout the years. Well, last weekend, one of these grand Oaks stood witness and graced the backdrop of a memorable wedding between two soul mates, both of whom had waited just as long as I’d been married to have the same choice (16 years!). I’d say the trees were happy.