Oh the sweetness of being loved. On a warm humid August Sunday morning, I found my dear friend Morgan getting ready in a church for her wedding that day. Her and her girls were laughing and all humming around the room. There was this excitement in the air. Morgan and Andrew didn’t want to do a first look. They are traditional in that way and I respect that about them. WOW was it worth the wait. If you scroll down you can see Andrew’s face when Morgan walked through the white church doors. Priceless. It’s in these moments we find the meaning of life. When everyone is silence, present, and partaking in the beauty of a union.
Rockport, Massachusetts is BEAUTIFUL. North of Boston on the coast, Rockport sits looking over the Atlantic Ocean. It’s everything you think a New England coastal town would look like. Tight houses all lining the roads with white cottage style architecture homes and ocean views. I can’t express how much I want a home there but sadly I live very far away. Morgan and Andrew met at a friends wedding a few years earlier. He was instantly smitten. He had his eye on the price from that moment and did everything he could to convince her of his love. And it worked! Their families and friends were a lively bunch breaking out in song at random parts of the day to their wild dancing. I believe the couples energy makes a wedding but ALSO their guests do. And let’s just say I’ve never sweated so much during a dance party! Possibly due to the humidity but mostly due to the intensity of dancing!!
Their love is sweet. It’s goofy. It’s honest and true.