Ten years, the short version.
How two people found each other, kept choosing each other, and decided to make a whole day of it.
A shared umbrella outside a bookshop.
Elena was hiding from a downpour with a novel she hadn’t paid for yet; Marcus offered half of a very small umbrella. We talked until the shop closed, then found somewhere that hadn’t.
One rucksack, eleven trains, no plan.
A summer spent getting deliberately lost across the coast — the trip where we learned we travel the same way: slowly, and always hungry.
Home, and a table that seats everyone.
We found a place with room for the people we love and a garden that needed saving. Most of the important conversations have happened at that table since.
A question, and a very easy answer.
On a hill above Sonoma, as the light went amber, Marcus asked. Elena had already said yes about four years earlier, but it was nice to make it official.
…you. The last, best part of the story.
We would love nothing more than to have you under the oaks with us on the twelfth of September.