A wedding band nestled in Grandmother's flowers. A soirée of sisters gleefully clinking glasses of mimosas. Brothers next to each other, sharing the mirror while shaving. A kitten hides beneath the chesterfield from the booming laughter fueled by cheekily chugged beer.
I always try to encourage a ceremony later in the day with my clients. Escape the torrid midday swelter and save the energy for the dancefloor. However, a wedding mid-july will always be warm. Despite the heat, I spied not one dry eye in the front row as Katie and Alex embraced each other for the first time in wedlock.
After a the procession giddy stroll back to the hall, colours were deeper, food richer, smiles singing the cheery chord of palpable joy. You could feel the anxieties melt away.
This was a great day. Everything came together without a hitch. I went home late that night utterly depleted from trying to capturing the essence of their many friends and family, but at least Katie sent me home with 5 jars of homemade jam, Grandma's secret recipe excluded. Thank you both for the highlight of my July.