I sit at my computer, editing my daughter’s wedding photos, going over each image with the same care and expertise that I always took with my other clients. Only this time the beautiful girl staring back at me is my daughter and the confident young man is now my son-in-law.
My daughter looks so radiant. There is a glow coming from inside her. She looks so happy. It’s her wedding day and each moment is becoming a treasured memory.
Wedding vows were exchanged by the ocean, a spot close to where my daughter and I scattered mom’s ashes five years ago. A party followed back at the house, outside under the trees. Streamers and paper bells hung from a giant oak tree with wide spreading branches. Underneath, guests talked, drank and ate. The blue and white streamers and white paper bells moved to the rhythm of a gentle summer breeze.
Stars came out, folks started to make their way home and the day eventually came to an end. My husband turned to me with tears in his eyes. He couldn’t believe how wonderful the day had been. He had worked so hard setting everything up, plus cooking all the food. I did the shopping and he put it all together. We were a team and a tired one at that.
My daughter, Morgan and her new husband, Vlad left the next morning. May they live happily ever after.
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