The photographs on this page, brought to life.

One hundred and forty people, one tent, and a thunderstorm that arrived exactly at the toasts and left exactly when they finished. We made this page so the day is not only in a photographer's gallery that nobody opens twice. The guest book is the part we did not expect. People wrote in it standing up at the end of the night, and the ones who could not come wrote in it from three states away. Sarah's grandmother is ninety-one, and she danced. Her entry is the last one, and it is the reason for the page.