This is what I remember about walking down the aisle: Smiling. Big. Grinning. So much happiness shining from my face. I thought I would cry when I saw Viet, but I didn't. I was so happy in that walk towards him that I could have flown.
Before the doors opened, my dad and I were waiting for what seemed like an eternity. I learned later on that my nephew Kai had dropped his pillow, and our dear friend Roger had to come to his rescue.
During the ceremony I just felt calm and happy. I couldn't wouldn't look out at the audience because I knew that if I locked eyes with anyone (especially my family or friends of honor), I might lose it. So I just focused on Viet and the Priest.
I love how beautiful my friends are. Inside and out. Through and through.
I love my dad. so. much.
I love the big beautifulness of the church. How warm and bright and loving it felt.
I love my sash.
I love the look on Viet's face as he whispers something to me during the ceremony (I wish I could remember what. Doesn't matter I guess. 🙂
I love the feeling that I felt as I listened to him say his vows. I will never forget the look on his face or the single tear that rolled down my cheek.
I love the black and white picture of us in the full moment of prayer with Anya dancing in the aisle.
I love the picture of his mom right after the ceremony (2nd to last above). She looks so beautiful and happy. 🙂
I love the big fullness of Viet's smile in that last portrait.
I love love love that hour. the standing up before our people. the love.
All photos by Ashley Forette.
Next Up: headed to the reception