The suitcases stood on end at the back door. A clothes bag hung on the peg along the wall. All sizes of pretty wrapped packages sat on the bench beside the suitcases. It was still pitch black outside when the alarm went off at 5:30. Mark gave it a punch, rolled over and put his arms around me. "Honey this is the day we head north." he whispered into my ear. "Yep...tomorrow Bret will be a married man! Can you really believe that? Married! Well he chose well! Emma is such a sweet girl and so much like Bret!" "Better get up and get started!" he said sitting up and pulling on his jeans and shirt. "Could you handle the sows and farrowing shed chores this morning? I need to put a few extra bales out before we go, plus run the feed wagon. We should try and leave by 10, don't you think?" "I suppose...What time are we to be at the rehearsal supper?" I asked stretching then throwing off the covers. "I'm remembering around...