The day before Palm Sunday, we were married under a magnolia tree in my parents backyard by an alter made of lilies and brass antique candle sticks, originally purchased while thrifting for our November wedding just weeks earlier. The decision to get married during this uncertain climate was lofty but not difficult. We let our spirit and heart guide us to this place and the Lord met us more than halfway. While we are sorry so many of our friends and family could not be present, we see how the Lord swooped in and gave us a perfect day nonetheless. We truly felt no lack: Our pastor who officiated our wedding and gave us the scripture, Isaiah 61, to lean on in our marriage. It has already been a word that lifts right up off the page and bears so much relevance to our life right now. The morning before we were to get married, a bridal salon in Atlanta opened its doors at 8AM so I could surprise my husband-to-be with a real wedding dress (which was even altered by 1PM!). After our wedding ceremony was finished and we danced to Van Morrison’s “Into the Mystic,” on the deck, we were overcome to hear a small parade on my parent’s front lawn. There, lined up on the street were dear neighbors (essentially family) from my childhood neighborhood with their cars, making a harmonious racket, with signs, flowers, a banner, and gifts for us. I will never forget the image of this kind of fanfare—the kind of fanfare you least expect when you’ve decided to get married in the middle of a global crisis and can’t be with friends and family. Lastly, it was my dear mother and father who brought our wedding together in less than 48 hours and helped me pack up my life in a singular evening. We were surprised with a bouquet, flower crown, photographer, videographer, and elegant dessert reception by the help of so many loving family friends. The simplicity of the day was the kind that truly only the Lord can create.