The ceremony
Willow Lake Chapel
One o'clock in the afternoon
24 Alder Path, Cottage Valley
Gather by twelve-thirty
Our story
A slow, quiet beginning
Five years in
We met on an unremarkable Tuesday, at a lake that had no name yet. You remembered the sky. I remembered that I had forgotten my umbrella, and you handed over yours without a word.
Five years later we are still trading coats, still losing the good coat. On this one day, we would like to stop, let the morning be still, and let you be part of it.