More than the wedding day. The way it lived. The way it felt.
A gallery of you.
The flowers will dry. The music will fade into memory. What stays is how it felt to stand there. The breath before you walked down the aisle. The way your mom squeezed your hand.
That’s why I’m here to preserve. A gallery you hang on your walls, turn to on quiet evenings and remember each time you move and hang them again.
Thank you for being here. For taking the time to look through the work. For taking the time to see the world the way I do.
I’ll be in touch soon.