Up in the ranges of Santa Barbara on a warm March afternoon, the Crosswhites were married in only a style that they could represent. With wide open land, horses, and the perfect balance of breeze and comfort I encountered one of the most beautiful ceremonies I have ever witnessed.
It’s not often that you hear a minister relate a couples love and commitment to that of a wolf packs. But on this particular day it not only happened, but made such romantic sense. As the night continued the joy that radiated from this couple was so infectious. Everyone danced the night away under the basking light of the moon. Embracing the wolf pack metaphor, and howling into the night.
