A Friday afternoon in April with the threatening skies ready to storm and pour buckets the ceremony began with their 3 children walking down the isle to a guitar playing a beautiful song. The youngest carrying a sign that said "Daddy, here comes Mommy!" The wind was whipping through lifting skirts, throwing hair around and making it unbearingly chilly. The ceremony involved the whole family and vows that the bride and groom wrote to each other, their expressions made me forget how cold it was and really warmed my heart. After the ceremony we headed over to the lighthouse park and finished up some gorgeous pictures and not a raindrop fell the entire time-only on the drive home. Truly, they were meant to be and mother nature thought so too.
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| Patiently waiting for his bride to come |
