Millions of Americans forsook their precious Saturday morning sleep for the chance to tune into a grand moment in history.
Others, like myself, were perhaps caught off guard by the magnitude and solitude of the ceremony.
The sights and sounds set the stage for a fairytale moment in time. When, for a brief encounter, we saw a piece of our common selves lain in the vows between Prince Harry and Meghan Markle.
As I marveled at the procession, my heart was enthralled at the sight of a little page boy.
Upon entering the castle and hearing the orchestrated music thunder through the century old walls, it was obvious this child was having the time of his life.
I wondered if the thousands of viewers on this particular live feed had just experienced the delightful joy that was found in his innocent face of wonder.
My throat tightened a bit and I was puzzled at the puddle of tears that had formed in the corner of my right eye.
Within seconds, I determined that I would store away the picture of a toothless smile- to use as a reminder of the essence of God. A mental note that could bring us all back to ground level- to recapture the awe of the simple rugged cross that held a remarkable man with an extraordinary plan for the world.