When Diana first described her wedding I about melted. She spoke of the farm that’s been in the family since the 1800’s, the big hollow tree she used to play in as a little girl where their ceremony was to be held, the old barns, the bonfire, board games, sparklers, and carved pumpkins.
What she didn’t tell me was that her house and the surrounding property is haunted by the ghosts of her ancestors, well meaning folk who made her feel welcomed as a child. She didn’t mention their amazing family and friends who would embrace our presence as guests and artists and she most definitely didn’t hint at the drool-worthy vegetarian meal we would be sharing with them that evening.
The night was full of laughter, booze, cake, pie, and so much dancing.
Diana and Nat had grins plastered on their faces the entire day and drove off to the sound of cheers and tin cans dragging along the long dirt driveway.