...the wedding party sat down behind the table, save the bride, who was waltzing to the Beatles with her father. The moment was so incredibly tender and graceful. It was a breath-taking, soul-staggering thing.
But Cates... The man watched, gazed and meditated, transfixed, mesmerized as the view ecstatically penetrated his consciousness.
With my arm across the back of his chair, I celebrated, "God is good to you, Friend."
His eyes closed, and he prayed, worshiped, gave thanks.
For so long.
"Yeah," he finally breathed.
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