brittany + bjorn

there was a dollhouse steeple church on top of the prairie. beautiful women with child cut and strung wildflowers. the white bearded composer, aka the father-of-the-bride wrote an original score for the ragtag children’s bell choir, who served as processional musicians. mother-of-the-bride wrote lyrics to the closing hymn. ee cummings was quoted, (here is the deepest secret nobody knows) the congregation sang to the sparce voilin and organ for what seemed to be a heavenly host. it was otherworldly. and these people could sing. then down winding country roads to a potluck farm reception (brock, your garden orzo was amazing!) children disappeared to the ropeswing in the hayloft. i smiled at grandparents holding hands – unsure if it was for affection or just help walking. later some kindly neighbor farmer appears with an old john deere: hay rack ride. seriously. thank you to brittany and bjorn for letting me tag along. you did a one bang-up-job on the wedding.