Becky
March arrived with the particular restless energy of a season caught between winter and spring, and I found myself increasingly consumed with ceremony preparations even as ordinary life continued its steady rhythm around us. Micah's kindergarten had a spring performance coming up, something involving a song about planting seeds that he'd been practicing with enthusiastic, off-key dedication for weeks, and I found myself grateful for the ordinary chaos of parenting even amid everything else we were simultaneously planning.
I sat with each of the men individually those weeks, finalizing details, working through the small logistics that would shape our ceremony. Where we'd hold it, exactly, given how much we all valued privacy after everything the public had already put us through. Wh
