To Lisa and Jim —
It is not always the first wedding. Sometimes it is the second, and the second is the one you do quietly, in the woods, with the people who outlasted everything else.
What I keep is the hands. The way you slipped the ring on each other's finger like neither of you had any time left to waste. The vows folder. The afternoon light in the trees. The looking at each other like you both already knew the ending and chose to walk into it anyway.
This was an honest day. I'm grateful you let me make it small.
— Stephanie
