How many times in life do we celebrate love?

When I was planning my own wedding, “do we both love them?” was the invite yardstick.

Now, I’m not saying that this is the best measure for everybody, but our social circles were deep and the guest list could have easily become a scroll, something that neither of us wanted.

That decision set the tone for a day - our wedding day - in which we were surrounded exclusively by people we loved and who loved us, and that choice informed every aspect of the day.

With such a tender community, we could be vulnerable. And we were.

We married in the round and stood beneath a chuppah of parasols painted with autumnal leaves that our beloveds held.

In the language of our vows, we asked our people to help support us and the family we were creating together through good times and bad and our innermost circle read to us the first pages of Proust’s *Swann’s Way* — setting us off on a journey of a common story and life of art and shared experiences.

That sensation of being enveloped by love and recognizing the love that we were committing to affected me so strongly, I can still feel it now, so many years later. It's what I both bring to and look for in the events I now document.

So many of our days as humans are spent chasing ambition and survival, it’s rare that we set aside a day to simply be for each other, to love each other, to lift each other up and be intentionally beautiful and celebratory. And when we do, I’m here for it.

Love, its a wonderful thing...

Photo / Linus Gelber