I always thought we would get married......

I always thought we would get married...after college...I always thought we’d have a big wedding. In the park pavilion. Everyone in Blair would be invited. I’d walk down the isle through the rose garden and there you would be standing...Looking handsome in your tuxedo. All the girls would be jealous. Your mother is crying, my mother is crying...And we’d live here. (Indicates the farm.)