see you in the trees

Dear Loved One- we extend this invitation to you to share in the ceremony and celebration of our marriage. We would be honored for you to attend, and your presence will bring even more joy to the happiest day of our lives. Our Story began 5 years ago at a concert. A mutual love of music, sense of humor, empathy, and shared dreams turned two strangers into instant best friends. After the day we met, we became inseparable and fell deeply in love with each other. In these 5 years, we've faced the highest highs and lowest lows that life has to offer. Our relationship has been a journey self-realization, actualization, and growth. Our marriage will celebrate the conclusion of this chapter, and a transition into the start of a new journey together as a family. The Golden Fall leaves of the beautiful Northern Arizona forest will serve as a symbol of this journey, and we hope you will be there to share it with us!

This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of old, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms. Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest. This is the forest primeval; but where are the hearts that beneath it Leaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman? Where is the thatch-roofed village, the home of Acadian farmers,– Men whose lives glided on like rivers that water the woodlands, Darkened by shadows of earth, but reflecting an image of heaven? Waste are those pleasant farms, and the farmers forever departed! Scattered like dust and leaves, when the mighty blasts of October Seize them, and whirl them aloft, and sprinkle them far o’er the ocean. Naught but tradition remains of the beautiful village of Grand-Pré. Ye who believe in affection that hopes, and endures, and is patient, Ye who believe in the beauty and strength of woman’s devotion, List to the mournful tradition still sung by the pines of the forest; List to a Tale of Love in Acadie, home of the happy.