There’s something about a backyard wedding at the family home. Especially when that backyard happens to be a farm. Abigail and Eamonn’s wedding felt like it was plucked from the wedding stories of our parents and grandparents. Homemade, and laid back, with every family member pitching in. Abigail’s brother led the ceremony, reading words penned in fresh ink from a well-traveled journal. Freshly married, the couple and I rode to the top of the hill where we could look out on the vast hilly landscape of New York state. The horses galloped along with us as we came back down the hill into the reception. Eamonn’s family had prepared several videos from overseas to share as a tribute and to import a bit of love from Ireland. The night ended with campfires and tired children swung over shoulders, being brought back to the homestead to dream. I wonder how they will remember this day. I hope they can look back at these photos and remember it through my eyes. May the wind be always at their back. —m
