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,

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.

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

the very pines nodding in recognition—remembering the vows that had been shared. the ground a testimony to their faithfulness. a reminder of the choice and the joy.

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.

and we’re off. driving north to pick up jake and schatzi (world’s best backseat-car-mate) heading for anacortes and my favorite, the ferry. and it was a dream. and so many photos that i’m breaking this bad boy into two posts. first up—day one and day two.

and rowen, the soft light at the center of it all. we learned she really loves trees. and that ferry rides supply the best naps. and that when you’re with people you love things are easy.

i just couldn’t believe i was there. bearing witness. overhearing the tenderness of their quiet just married whispers. the wind in her hair. the sun on his face. mammoth mountain and the promise made beneath it.

a quiet evening with J and M that ended with us completely alone on a beach somewhere along the coast. the crack of those giant dusky summer waves against the shoreline. the seagulls lazily gliding and diving overhead. and that hazy drip of sun that spreads pink and warm across infinity.

it was still and sweet. warm breath and closeness. easy. nuts about them already. i love my couples so.

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