Newfields in the evening has a way of feeling like a movie set. The light softens, the gardens glow, and every winding path feels like it’s leading you toward something worth remembering. For Morgan and Kirby, it was the perfect backdrop to celebrate a love story built on easy conversation, real connection, and just the right amount of humor.

The November wind was cold, and my fall jacket and tights weren’t doing much to help. The kind of cold that seeps into your fingertips and wraps itself around your ankles. The wind whipped my hair into my face as I climbed the stone steps, and even though I should’ve been uncomfortable, I barely noticed.