The rain, the threatening thunderstorms, and the humidity tried to put a damper on our day – literally and figuratively – but it couldn’t. Oh…no….never. Not when its time to celebrate such a beautiful, pivotal, exciting season. And especially not when Todd and Marcela are counting down the days until they can meet their Jacob….
She threw her hands in the air, felt the tulle from her veil fly out behind her, and squealed: “I’m getting maaarrriiieeedd!!!” A few minutes before, water had been pouring from the sky, thunder viciously snapping at the earth, and lightning knocked down trees in the area. But as the clouds cleared and the sun…
I wiped the sweat out of my eyes and felt it dripping down my back. Standing next to the Potomatc River in the closest-thing-to-a-rain-forest-in-Northern-Virginia, I listened to her tell me about his letters and swatted away a mosquito. We left the river walked back up the hill, chasing the sunlight (I wanted the promised ice…
The girl who loves pink married the boy who loves orange. Yes, pink and orange. Trendy, funky, and sentimental. Definitely not expected. Oh – and no lace hearts or pastel butter mints. Not that lace hearts are bad, I just wanted to do something different for my friend, something unique, and something with a personal…
She stood at the foot of the aisle. The sun setting in front of her, the sky glowing behind her. A breeze caught her cathedral-length veil and sent it flying. Oh, and she was crying. Sobbing, really. Her smile could not be contained. Her tears were flowing freely. She was at her wedding. In her gown….
All morning I saw it. On the counter as her hair was styled, on the desk while she read a letter from her groom, on the bed while she put on her dress, on the seat when she settled into the Rolls Royce. I’m not sure what I thought it was. A to do list?…
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