sunrise is unique. it creeps over like a long yawn, stretching slowly, dusting the earth with muted beams of light. the shadows are much cooler. a noticeable contrast. the ground quite damp with dew. and our little paradise carved out of a backyard in austin. sheets and linens hung from clotheslines. rich green branches acknowledging the breeze.
Read Moreand at the center, McKenzie and Beau, pressed sweetly, cheek to cheek beneath twinkle lights and the great trees of her grandmother’s backyard.
Read Moreand being there was a gift. bbq under string lights. the soft lull of music a conversation pouring from the kitchen. the creaking of a wooden deck turned dance floor.
Read Morethis 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.
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