Most girls go to a swanky boutique, sip beverages from shiny stemware, and try on piles upon piles of tulle and satin and lace and silk. Eventually, they either find the perfect dress…or they settle for an almost-perfect dress just to get out from under the watchful eyes and overly helpful hands of the bridal…
Hi. That’s me. I’m a bride. Yes. A bride. I’m writing this a couple weeks before you’ll actually see this (it’s going to be auto published on my wedding day), but yes: that’s me. And, yes, I took my own bridal portraits. Well, for full disclosure, I held the camera, set up the shot, adjusted…
Time stood still. She’d trudged up two flights of stairs, carrying her shoes and trying to avoid tripping on her dress. He’d tenderly helped her across the pebble strewn pathway, trekking from the stairway to the edge — the combination of those perfect heels and the uneven path wasn’t exactly easy. She navigated it…
No smile has ever been that big. No joy ever that full. After years and years of waiting patiently, Zachary and Annie were joyfully – but just a tad impatiently – waiting for the moment to see one another on their wedding day. Annie had been watching out the window, just for a glimpse of…
A typical wedding day starts early, full of activity. Hopefully it involves a beautiful sunrise, a delightfully leisurely breakfast, and then a bustle of fun as guests arrive and the day continues. But not many wedding days start 9000 miles from home. Except this one. It was Christmas Eve back in the United States….
In a flurry of activity, Carla and her girls arrived back from the salon a bundle of giggles and hair spray. With their hair and make up perfect, it was go-time. Priorities well in order, they stopped a few minutes for cumin chicken soup (thickened with coconut milk, mind you) coupled with cinnamon raisin toast….
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