In Brief
We kept what mattered.
We met in a white-walled gallery in Hudson, both standing too long in front of the same small painting. Olivia said one true thing about it. James had nothing to add. We went for coffee instead.
Six years later our life is small on purpose: a farmhouse near Germantown, white rooms, a long table we sanded ourselves. James proposed at that table, over breakfast, without a speech. We'll marry the same way — plainly, with you there.
One table, one afternoon, and everyone we love. Nothing else made the list.