This is the story of a girl hailing from the jungles of Papua New Guinea and how she came to know and love a wild and free teacher from the ends of the earth. This is the story of rich celebration, barefoot and unhindered- a kind of joy I wish to encounter a million times more over.
You glean a lot about a person by the way their friends speak of them. Carley and Joey’s friends said some of the best things you could hope to be said of you. From what I’ve seen, it’s all true. Their love is loud and handsy, genuine and committed and their wedding day colorful, free, and fun.
She got ready for her wedding day within the four walls where she grew up. And just a 30 minute drive down the road, they wed in the home where he grew up. Each place already stamped and trampled with so many personal stories, they added one more to the family archives on a cloudy day in August.
“He is my roots,” she said. He, a grounding presence for her, and she, the one who delights him. On a vibrant night where the sun spoke in all her shades, a bohemian gypsy spirit and a quirky, quiet soul tied themselves together on the mountainside. God must have known how much she loves those colors, for that light was some of the most vivid I’ve ever seen.
The fallen pine needles stuck to the soles of our shoes as we made our way down to the falls. As their two legged son and four legged children looked on, they spoke to each other as partners who knew each other, truly. It was a real life day. Full of real life love. Quiet, intimate, and true.