For three years we have loved, now well, now badly, now a love of honey and fire, now of bone and rust, now of pick handles entwined with red roses. I hold my breath like a candle in the wind, trotting toward you, eager now as the first night, the first month, the first summer and fall and winter. Love is work. Love is pleasure. Love is studying. Love is holding and letting go without going away. Love is returning and turning and rebuilding and building new. Love is words mating like falcons a mile high. Love is work, growing strong and blossoming like an apple tree. Love is two rivers that flow together. Love is our minds stretching out webs of thought and wonder and argument, slung across the flesh or the wires of distance. Love is the name I call you.
September 22, 2007 was both beautiful and magical. Everything I anticipated it to be and then some. The weather was perfect (no doubt orchestrated by Carolee) and the celebration sublime - filled with laughter, honor, and love.
Katie and Olase tied the knot with lots of people who love and support them wherever they looked - in every direction. Here are some shots to give you a glimpse of some of the preparation and the big day itself:
The "cooking tent" where you can see two (VERY LARGE) stock pots which turned into a seemingly unending supply of seafood chowder and seafood gumbo, all prepared by Olase's mother, Nanette. This remarkable woman cooked for days and days and days (you get the idea) and despite the large quantity of food prepared, each serving tasted as if she made it especially for you; and nobody else - I mean nobody.
The ceremony...
The fun...
The gumbo...
The goosebumps...
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