“If it’s the beaches
If it’s the beaches’ sands you want, then you will have them
If it’s the mountains’ bending rivers, then you will have them
If it’s the wish to run away, then I will grant it
Take whatever you think of while I go gas up the truck
Pack the old love letters up
We will read them when we forget why we left here”~The Avett Brothers
Grab a cup of coffee or a beer, sit down, settle in. This is a long one.
I took some liberty with my pull-quote at the top of this post; their first dance wasn’t “If it’s the Beaches”, and I’m pretty sure that song wasn’t played at all during the wedding, but I really love it, and I know Meg and Prem dig the Avetts, and with their recent move out of state and away from the beach I thought it was poignant, so there you go. The only significance of the lyrics up top is that I love that song a lot.
I’ve thought about this post all morning. How would I write it? How can I summarize a full day of chaos and joy and confusion and beauty and tradition and family in three paragraphs or less? After too many false starts and rough drafts, I realized that I’m not a good enough writer to tackle such a chore, and instead I’ll let the pictures do the talking. This is, after all, a photo blog. Not a words blog.
When you scroll through the bajillions of images below, you can’t help but notice how joyful everyone is. How Meg and Prem practically boil over in laughter, hilarity, face-cracking happiness, all day, all night long. You’ll notice the laughter never stops, and even during quiet moments, there’s a little glint of mischief, a shared inside joke, a little touch, a glance. This is what a wedding should look like. No matter how austere the traditions, no matter how long the process, no matter who drank too much the night before or how late that crucial vendor was, or how many parts of the day didn’t go as planned. There should always, always be a boiling well of joy running through every part of the day, through every person that’s there.
If there are people on your guest list who won’t share in that joy, cross their names off it right now.
Meg and Prem: we loved your wedding. We loved working with you, knowing you, experiencing your Hippy Hindu Day with you, meeting your beautiful families, watching you take seven steps into your future together. We are so lucky. There will never be another wedding that looks or acts like yours, and we were the ones chosen to document it. Holy shit, you know?