Renewing vows

Keeping faith in a faithless generation | Jay Grelen

Get ready for the tears, says her daddy, armed with the video camera. Edie Beals walks into the room filled with family and friends, "Here Comes the Bride" playing on the piano, and, sure enough, she cries as she figures out what her husband has just sprung on her.

They had left the house for a restaurant to celebrate their wedding anniversary, but Dan had another stop to make first: The Blue Room at Knollwood Assembly of God in Mobile, Ala. They arrive promptly at 6:30 p.m., the precise minute, 10 years ago, that Edie had walked the aisle of a church in West Virginia, on the arm of her father and into the arms of Dan, the man, older now by a decade, two children, and a doctor's degree.

Her tears already are flowing when from behind her walk their two daughters, Amanda and Hannah, in matching dresses, proceeding down the aisle ahead of them, dropping flower petals. Edie's a goner, all hope of composure dissolved in the moment.