"When I was a child I heard an old minister say that a house was not a real home until it had been consecrated by a birth, a wedding and a death." --Marilla Cuthbert, Anne's House of Dreams
I kept thinking of that passage as I was photographing this wedding last weekend, which was held in the groom's parents' backyard.
How cozy it must have been--back in the day when it was expected rather than unique--to have those moments in your own space. To look out on the place where you had your first married dance as you wash the dishes each day. To see your babies born in the same light that streams into your bedroom window every morning. To die surrounded by your own things and memories.
Granted, not everyone has as pretty a space in their backyard as this couple did, so I suppose that's part of what's led us away from that.
But then again, maybe I was channeling dear, grey-haired Marilla because I was feeling nostalgically old. The last time I saw both the bride and groom, they were just nice kids. If I didn't have the pictures as proof, I'd never believe that enough time has passed for them to be doing something so adult as getting married.
Yet, there they are, all grown-up and looking gorgeous--congratulations Tori and Brent!