We arrived to a lot of bustling and movement at the Dallas Arboretum. As the call had been made to take the ceremony indoors, the Rosine Hall was being set up with chairs and the florist was trying to be as creative as possible on short notice. The skies went completely dark as seriously threatening bolts of lighting blazed across the sky, this was no quick rain shower looming above us.

Then there were whispers, suggestions, pleas to move the ceremony to the adjacent Rosine Garden. The covered area couldn’t accommodate all of Kim and Tom’s guests, but there were options and possibilities. Honestly, everyone just wants options and possibilities.

The immediate family sat underneath the awning and the guests enjoyed the ceremony from the Rosine patio a few yards  away. The rain quietly disappeared as the processional began, all the way up until Kim and her father made it to the front and then it slowly picked up again- spattering myself and the crew with big, wet, sloppy droplets. I remember looking around at everyone and for a second, time stood still. Vivian was weaving back and forth under the awning avoiding the droplets and delicately staying out of the family’s way. Jessica and Hugo were spread out on the sides eyeballing the guests, all intently listening to the ceremony. It was silent, serene and mystical.

Kim and Tom’s rain story is anything but a sad tale. In that moment that I felt that time stopped, it was really the moment that Kim and Tom’s eyes met as she walked down the aisle towards him. There was no longer any rain, or any changed plans in their own world. It was just the two of them and you could almost hear their hearts beating out of their chests.

This was July 7th of last year and I can so vividly remember the plethora of emotions in that split second of time and how it was just so so beautiful.