but at the center of it all, Blaine & Owen—never not smiling. exchanging glances. fitting one into the other. promising for all time.

her hand in his as they jumped wildly into the pool. under a sky full of stars and a crowd of cheering friends recording with their iphones.

so much change.

and their wait came to fruition and their palms pressed together and into the smoky drizzly night they left bright and full of love.

and now sarah and eduardo and their words embedded in the bricks of jackson square.

and when I left, I knew them. And I saw their lives so rich and full and their joy in abundance while the world was on pause.

and the tears that watered the ground during those sacred vows seeped forever into that red rock canyon. and water has a memory and the land bore witness and will remember.

crossing oceans and lands to approach this moment with steadfastness and certainty.

and at the center, McKenzie and Beau, pressed sweetly, cheek to cheek beneath twinkle lights and the great trees of her grandmother’s backyard.

married over 10,000 feet. on a mountaintop, vows said over the valley, while great full clouds rolled in and out overhead. thirty of their nearest and dearest gathered around,

listening to jordan’s mother speak to the character of them both. watching them lose their minds over t swifts “22” being played.

agreements made by deep blue sea, between here and Canada—everything magnified in the late summer sun. the lighthouse a sign for all time. dancing in lavender fields under a heavy lidded sky. and when they left you could hear the cheers from the trolley a mile down the road as the sound filled the coolness of the night.