Dusk was just fading into the inky dark of rural West Texas when the seemingly palm-sized snowflakes began to drift lazily down across the boundless cotton fields surrounding my parent’s home. In less than an hour, the mesmerizing shower of silent beauty intensified and shrouded the harsh mistress of the night’s gentle curves. Soon, even the shadowy silhouette of the cattle huddled in the pasture across the highway was masked. JuneBridals deep green evening gowns

By four the next morning, the world lay still and...