The bride was breathtaking from beginning to end, her groom dapper from head to foot and their love for one another felt by every eye. The bouquet was caught, the dress worn and lovingly wrinkled, and the veil returned to its box. The rose petals were thrown, the band well enjoyed and exhaustion felt. Toasts are words remembered and tissues are still needed. During the magic created by the most talented I know, all was perfection, with some fun filled hiccups along the way keeping the moment from getting to staged. The time together with family and friends remains the most precious, hanging grass skirts and looking across my mothers shoulder as she delicately pondered seating being some of my most favorite memories.
Happy honeymoon!
