That’s the word that comes to mind when I think about Leslie and Garret’s September wedding.
Yes, I thought about sunshine in it’s obvious context when I arrived at the ceremony site. It was hard to miss. Orange and yellow and red covered an arch and arbor built for this very day. The sky was so deep blue and the air so warm that it felt like mid-July. The lake where Garrett grew up was alive with boaters and swimmers and a certain father getting ready for his son’s big day. Sunflowers climbed the dock overlooking a beach, and the custom built dance floor was left open to the heavens — perfect for sharing a first dance as husband and wife.
I had no doubt Leslie would be a stunning bride, and when I first saw her, she was a picture of calm and patience, despite parts of the day not going quite as planned. Light filled the room as her closest friends helped her with her dress. She was radiant. And she was ready to get married.
Garrett had the same calm about him. When he walked down the aisle, his confidence matched his bride’s. He turned to see Leslie and her father, and beamed. He was proud to have her.
It was in the way they spoke, the way they moved, they way their faces lit up at first seeing each other.
Thank you, Leslie and Garrett, for letting me be a part of your day.