How we got here
Nine summers, one field
We met in a queue for terrible coffee at an outdoor cinema, and spent the whole film arguing quietly about the ending. Nine summers later we still disagree about it, which feels like a reasonable basis for a marriage.
Sora Field belonged to Elias’s grandmother. We spent the first spring of knowing each other clearing brambles from the far hedge, and we have been coming back every June since. It is the only place either of us pictured when we started picturing this.
There will be no formal receiving line and no seating chart you need to decode. Come early, stay late, bring a cardigan for when the sun drops behind the oaks.
— Mira & Elias