In lieu of poetry or bible verses, we’d chosen to include a memory from Jefferson and Daniel’s love story, a quote or a description of a special moment from their journey. The tributes were special to us, and yet another effort to spark something in Micha and Tate. Two total strangers a few months earlier were now a major part of our ceremony. One wanted nothing to do with us, at first, and the other couldn’t even be found. Now, luckily for us, here they were, maybe not believers but definitely willing participants.
Goose’s bro-ham, Rip, went next. Still cradling Wilbur, he stood. “Love is patience. I have grown to adore him more and more with each passing day, each passing hour, Jefferson said of Daniel, then known as Calvin. No words were needed between us to know something was building
