This is it. The one photograph that made me want to be a wedding photographer.
It’s far from perfect. I wasn’t even the hired photographer. But he’d already left to get some images of the groomsmen when her mom began to attach the veil she’d made. The other bridesmaids and I were huddled in a corner watching. The room had fallen quiet as we all took in the full effect of her bridal ensemble reflected in the antique mirror. With the sun streaming in over my shoulder, I had this irresistible urge to preserve this moment.
The perfectly imperfect moment of truth.
Ready to marry her high school sweetheart and leave her family to start her own. It’s a bittersweet moment as you suddenly long for more time to be a child in the comfort of your mothers arms. But here you are, all dolled up and glamorous. With a deep breath, she turned and smiled at us. Ready to marry the one?