As I drove to work this crisp fall morning I was amazed at the beauty of the sky as it began to light up in vibrant pinks and purples as the sun started creeping its way above the Moravian church on the hill above Ephraim’s Water Street. Several sailboats floated quietly in the harbor, waiting to be engulfed by the morning’s fog and a small flock of geese flew overhead, heading South for coming winter. I found myself smiling and thinking about what a perfect day it was for the beautiful, young bride awaiting my arrival at the Inn. She was getting married on this majestic fall day and I wondered if she was awake with the sun too. Seventy of her family and closest friends were probably still asleep in their suites, cozied up under their warm, down comforters, dreaming peacefully at this early morning hour. Was she awake? Had she been too excited to sleep? Maybe she too had watched as the colors danced across the morning sky. Gold and burgundy leaves rained down on me as I parked my car and walked down the path to Eagle Harbor Inn’s front entrance and a noisy red-tailed squirrel jumped overhead from tree to tree with a mouthful of cedar seeds in preparation for the long, cold winter ahead. I greeted our chef in the kitchen, always there with a smile on her face wearing a white chef’s hat cock-eyed and nearly covering her eyes, thinking that it was a shame that she arrived here so early today while night was still upon us and missed the morning’s picturesque beauty. As I began walking through the Inn, turning on lights and music, bringing the building to life, I came to a standstill as I glanced out the garden-side window. There, sitting alone in a patio chair with a white coffee cup clutched in both hands, was the bride. She had her back to me but her long auburn hair was spilling down her back and I knew at a moment’s glance that it was her. I watched as the steam poured from her coffee cup as she lifted it to her lips and thought to myself how wonderful it was that she had a quiet moment to enjoy this amazing day. Too often I hear couples say “everything was a blur” on their wedding day. I hoped in that moment that her day would be different and that she would take the time to step back and behold the beauty of every minute. Our journey together had just begun; hers taking her down the aisle and mine spent working side-by-side with an army of staff to ensure that her day was absolutely everything she hoped it would be. I turned my back from the garden and left her alone in the sunlight with her coffee and her thoughts. I knew that if the rest of the day were even half as lovely as the morning had been it would be a perfect day for her new beginning.