|Photo by Kathy Morris.|
It was hot. Sweat trickled down the backs of my knees as we said our vows by the river.
The hors d'oeurves my mother-in-law made and the cookies my mom made and the bouquets Stephanie made and the toast Alexis made were perfect and beautiful. I still smile, thinking about that day and all it held, and all it meant.
Last year, we celebrated two years with a weekend camping near Gilbertsville. We drove into town that evening, and walked around (maybe a little tipsy) watching the fireflies in the big cow pasture off Sylvan Street, strolling past a big gray house on Spring Street where we knew we'd be living someday. Yesterday evening, we walked the streets of town again-- now, our hometown-- watching fireflies and remembering last year, when all the joy and all the work and all the transition was still ahead of us. Now the big gray house is home, our future is coming into focus, and we have as much to celebrate and rejoice over as we ever have.