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

every little thing. the weather, the sun, the wildflowers, the moon.
bliss bliss. spring bliss. all lush all love.

the sweetest cleanest spills of light and the brightest room and we laughed a whole freaking bunch and margot just kept dreaming away. all in a silvery afternoon.

this wedding. it was. like thanksgiving dinner. or stars growing heavy and bright off of silvery tree branches. like your grandmother's backyard--the one you climbed trees in. like being home. i’ve tried to write out what this day meant to me and how it felt to be there but i can’t come up with the right words. i will say this—i’ll never forget that in the middle of the reception, i was alone for a moment. i saw the dance floor, and people in line at the bar—some seated mid conversation at long tables—the whole thing lit by an autumn moon and soft yellow string lights. and i felt weightless and overwhelmed with gratitude and blessed that i was there seeing it. i felt my eyes fill up and peace. such peace. thank you, Lord.