John's youngest daughter was getting married she's pretty young still. Her and her fiancée Dean are getting married on the ranch. She loved Dean, but she just had this sinking feeling to not marry him. It's the day of the wedding she's sat in her wedding dress on the back porch of the main house John comes out and sits next to her he's wearing a suit hell all her brothers are wearing a suit her puffy white dress lightly blew in the breeze as she rocked in the rocking chair. John looks at her admiring his youngest daughter she'll always be his little girl, but there was something about her getting married that made her feel not so little anymore. She sighed. John gently wrapped an arm around her shoulder and rubbed what little bit of skin he could with the dress. John also sighed, looking at her as she looked out at the ranch he figured she just had pre wedding jitters. John: You ready mini moo he said using the nickname he called her when she was little whenever she saw a cow she mooed at it