someone once told me — “if you kiss your friend and it’s good, you’ll end up together.”

spring is well on her way, new and green and touching everything.

the love and the joy and the shelter you can receive from another person. love is loudest of sounds.

through fate and pajamas their lives intertwined. and here we are. and everything paused except for that little room. and everything a living moving breathing thing.

the windiest day, atop a hill in rolling-green-texas. sunshine on everything, the world was quiet and hunter made good on a promise, true to his word, 2020 would be their year.

her wild red hair, his long steps. the gentleness between them. the years that led to this.

lauren describing the moment she knew she wanted to be with jeremy for life. and their back and forth retelling of the proposal and that first giant mountain that towered over us when we came around the pass and that perfect dreamy overcast that still allowed us to see the height and glory of the mountains circling the lake.

the kind of clouds you dream about and want to drift away on. the kind of rain that’s so thin and misty it settles like a fog. and all the greens sang to life and those tender touches and hand brushes and laughs and heart pounds—those things just magnified times a million because good glory that soft, hazy, autumnal light. that’s not a sentence but it’s how i felt.

the night before the weather said there was 100% chance of thunderstorms at the time we were supposed to start. but instead we got beautiful fog and soft muted clouds. and then the sun came out full and strong. and to get both in one day isn't such a stretch here. you never know what you're going to end up with. some kind of magic.