Be still, my heart. Flanked by her adult children, Annie walked across the bridge to meet Charlie who waited on an island in the middle of Stephens Lake. There were no reservations, no chairs, no formal written invitations . . . just two people making a commitment to one another surrounded by loved ones, water, boulders, trees. Less is more. Love is molten. It flows from one source and sweeps up others in its wake. Annie and Charlie laughed out loud, grabbed hands, danced. And we all joined in, our smiles as wide as the lake.