The bride, Jerri, wore a magnetic blue dress. It suited her perfectly. I met her minutes before the ceremony started as she peeked her head out of the bedroom. She was bubbly with a teeny tiny case of butterflies, but she was the most effervescent thing I had ever seen.
By this point, the groom, Tom, had been mingling with the guests for quite a bit of time. He was reserved, but definitely taking it all in. He seemed to appreciate all of the bustle and found a fun pleasure in asking his friends to straighten his tie and fluff his handkerchief.
Their ceremony was peaceful and calm in the stillness of their backyard. The only sound other than the minister’s voice were random pecans falling from the trees. They would bounce and the guests would turn their heads for a moment, and then snap right back into the ceremony. They were engrossed and so was I.
Jerri & Tom held hands tenderly during the ceremony. They giggled like school kids when his ring didn’t fit. He licked his finger, they giggled some more. There vows were powerful and sincere. It was perfect.
