Dear Vincent,
‍
I still remember the night I found your work. It was Autumn, and Jack had only just proposed the evening prior. Rain tapped on our windows as we shared our quilt on the little chair. We both felt overwhelmed, endlessly searching all corners of the internet to find something that resonated with us. And then we found you. Hours had passed, but from the first few moments we both knew you were the one. You felt like a friend to us already.
~
I couldn’t help but to feel somewhat indulgent, sharing coffee and stories with you in that adorable little cafe on 8th Street. Now that we’re reliving the day, I see that it’s not just a day but a single moment in time that encapsulates everything that brought us here. Our friends, our families. Well, this isn’t indulgent at all. In fact, it’s the greatest investment in ourselves that we have ever made. Yes it is for us, but these memories celebrate every single bit of good in our existence. You’ve given us more than memories.
~
Now we’re here, right where it all began. Jack’s waiting for me in the same chair, eager to open our album again. 2 years later from that email, feeling more than I ever have before. Wherever you are in the world, from our hearts to yours, thank you. I’m indebted.

With love,
Kel and Jack