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In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

- A poem by John McCrae

Days like today remind me why I do what I do. 🤍

Today definitely went off without a hitch and I could not be more excited to watch these two crazy kids built their beautiful marriage together.

I am so thankful for T & E’s amazing family, and friends who showed up early and stayed late to help me pack up. Although never expected, it is such a beautiful surprise when it happens.

Also a huge shout out to Mrs. Trethewey for graciously letting us use her stunning home and property.

Thank you to all who attended and made this event magical.

Much love,
Alexis 🤍