The only thing I love more than rocking babies is a wedding.
Kellyn and Joe were married on Sunday night, and my heart is still warm and squooshy. I loved his vulnerability at the altar - such unabashed love and devotion towards his bride beaming out from his tear-drenched face. He looked ready to die for her - or ready to LIVE for her...what better embodiment of love could there be? And of course Kellyn was her typically radiant self - but at the altar I glimpsed another side of her....strong and steady like a rock - ready to be loved and to love - someone you could bank on for the "better or worse, richer or poorer, in sickness and in health." Quite a woman.
The night was warm from the sun and the fellowship. The venue spoke timelessness and beauty. Love was thick and welcoming and magnetic and powerful. Memorable Memorial Day wedding.
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