But I can’t stop smiling


This image captures so much of the essence of the day. It’s imperfect. Do you see my hair falling out on the side there? The wind whipped everything around as much as it possibly could. It wasn’t just a wayward bobby pin that fell out of place on our wedding day. You might be able to see the snow melting in my hair, and the pashmina around my shoulders should tell you something more about the temperature. This pictures reminds me of everything, of the trees that landed on the hydro lines in town, of the frantic call from my unshaven groom, of the late dinner, of the mistaken first dance.

But look at me smile. And look at him smile.

While I remember the mess everything was, I also remember the feeling of being completely unable to stop smiling, of having every emotion bubbling up through my teeth. That alone made everything worth it.


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