“She’s dancing all alone in the moonlight He’s lighting up the sky like a firefly, a firefly.”
Morgan and George met playing the french horn in Vienna, Austria as part of a college study abroad program. And fell in love. And, despite a week of rain and a horrible forecast, had the most fun wedding ever. Ever.
A french horn choir full of friends from high school and beyond (many of who met for the first time while practicing). A DJ who kept the dance floor going all night (huge shout out to the DJ/band French Horn Rebellion - I now have their songs on constant rotation). A father of the bride who killed it on drums.
And the rain stayed away.
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