It's the night before the elopement. It would be considered an elopement since they aren't telling their family that they're getting married, right? Elopements are so much more romantic than weddings. (This coming from a person with a church wedding. The grass is always greener.)
Love is an interesting concept, and each person defines it differently. I self-admittedly overuse it in my everyday vernacular: I love pizza, I love naps, I love my pillow, I love amusement parks. Love, love, love, I love just about every non-proper noun.
As for proper nouns, I've struggled with the concept of love and specific people for a lot of my life. Like probably everyone, I always wondered how you would know you were in love. Most books mirrored most people's responses: "You just know." If you know me, you know I'm very... calculated. I was envisioning a scale that went from red to green, and when you were in the green zone, you'd hear a ding-ding-ding. I read Judy Blume books and other teenage romance trying to figure out specific patterns that indicated a pathway to love. As you might imagine, these books were zero help. The main character just suddenly proclaims that she is in love, and I re-read the preceding pages in order to get some sort of clue as to how it happened. Stolen glances, a few sentences exchanged, and suddenly...love. Well, that's so not helpful.
Unfortunately, real life was not helpful either. I have affectionate feelings for a lot of people, but I never had that ding-ding-ding moment where I could say that it was now love. It was a slow progression.
I'm happy for the happy couple. I wish them all the happiness in the world. I hope the day is all that they want it to be.
Weather forecast at 10am (wedding time): 60 degrees, cloudy, 20% chance of rain. At least there's a low chance of rain. :)