After just photoshopping around 80 wedding images I feel as if I have relived the event. I can hear the band, smell the flowers, see the mother of the groom crying as the bride enters the church. I was born for this celebration of beauty. It never ceases to take me and lift me. 

It is a heightened place, a place of family and cake, dance and laughter. It is the goose bump place where grannies get jiggy. Celebration, inclusion, intertwining lives. It is the great metaphor for all that is right in the world.