June gifted us this tender moment — a wedding Raymond officiated beneath Montana’s wide-open heavens. He’s married more than a dozen couples now, each ceremony laced with laughter, love, and more than a touch of wild grace.

Once upon a rodeo, a bull was named “Reverend Ray Ray” after him — fitting for a man who’s spent a lifetime standing between danger and devotion, courage and tenderness.

I love how life loops its stories — how the same heart that once stepped into the dust and dirt of a rodeo arena to protect bull riders now blesses unions beneath that same big sky… and how lucky I am that he shares such a big piece of that heart with me. 🤍