The first time I ever talked to Erin, something clicked. Her voice is so alive and kind – even though I couldn’t see her, I felt her smiling. As we chatted about their spontaneous decision to set the wedding date, Erin mentioned that she clicked on my website link because … she liked my name. Erin, it was that easy to win me over!
Erin and Steve’s ceremony was magical. The quiet November rain diffused the limousine’s bright headlights, collecting in a pool of yellow light on the wet asphalt. I ran from the church cover to sneak a peak at Erin – so beautiful, calm, glowing… Steve stood still at the altar, looking up to the sky, closing his eyes, filling his chest with anticipation and joy. Then their hands joined. And didn’t let go.
The intimate candlelit reception dinner at the Hart House was amazing to say the least. Erin confessed that she had a ton of fun picking out the wines to pair with each exquisite course, and it certainly showed. Just when I thought nothing in this world could tear me away from Mick’s plate of lobster ravioli, the sound of clinking glasses made me reach for my camera and bolt to Erin & Steve’s table. Lingering moments longer, a few warm words sounded, words from the heart, words from miles away, words timeless. I won’t lie about the lump in my throat. And the tears of happiness for these two.
Thank you, thank you for sharing your amazing night with us making us feel like family! Congratulations… and Erin: here’s the ‘evidence‘ 🙂