Under an oak tree, two souls vowed their love and commenced with a kiss. Spring bloomed unity. The Hooten's unity will grow internally and branch to yield blessed fruit. A bond, strong as roots, to anchor them years to come. What a delightful Sunday kind of love March 19th brought. Family, friends, and fireworks all glowed into the night. Nothing could top the smile of Mrs. Hooten, even stars wish to shine so bright. Here's to being Happily Ever Hooten, may your love bloom a hundred years.