It was supposed to be a beautiful venue for an outdoor wedding–neatly arranged rows of grapes growing in the breeze, wine flowing against the sunset, tears of joy glistening in the light bouncing off the windows of the stone cottage.
Instead, it poured all day and the ceremony was held indoors. But that’s the funny thing about a celebration of love: it doesn’t care about the weather. It doesn’t need a perfect backdrop to thrive. It needs only 2 people devoted to one another, and a wedding needs only these 2 people bringing together their closest companions to tell them about their happiness and feed them and give them drinks.
Actually, it doesn’t technically need the food or drinks, but these things help when you’re perpetually singular in the world.