What You Don’t

The phone in our pocket is buzzing with a text confirming the shuttle’s arrival. We’re engineering the installation of a crystal chandelier ensuring it casts the perfect ambient light onto the head table. We’re on an extension ladder 15 feet in the air, hand-stringing lights and throwing answers to vendors in need over our shoulders. We drive around in cars filled with fabric swatches, lights, flower petals, wire, BandAids, and the odd coffee mug. We meet with a bride-to-be for the first time who hands us a piece of a tattered childhood blanket, her grandmother’s brooch, and a peach from her family’s orchard, and says, “This is who I am. Can you do it?”