To Halldora and Hobie —
When you told me you wanted to come home to Iceland for the wedding, I think we both knew it wasn't going to be small.
The wind got involved. The light got involved. The red volcanic rock you climbed onto in your wedding clothes seemed to know its part — old enough, old enough not to be impressed by us, but not unkind. We were inside something that doesn't measure time the way we do, and you said your vows anyway.
Maybe that was the point.
I think about that day often. I think you'd want me to keep it.
— Stephanie
