In every wedding, I see a tiny piece of my own marriage reflected back at me. Whether it’s the same reading during the ceremony (we had e.e. cummings recited at ours, and it’s a favorite among some of my couples), similar style choices or cake flavor choices or backgrounds, I always feel a little echo of my own wedding and relationship. For Joanna and Amaury’s wedding, it was definitely the feel of the celebration: small-ish, international — the groom’s family was from France — and, I don’t know, just the joy of it all.
Joanna and Amaury were wed at the top of a hill in a tiny chapel, and both bride and groom wept happily when they first saw their beloved at the other end of the aisle. While their multilingual guests drove out to a rented house for the reception, we hung back and took a few photos with a fancy Cobra roadster (borrowed from a family member). The reception in the backyard was lovely: tables dragged halfway into the shade, champagne, and a fun dance party. It was a lively afternoon celebration and I loved being a part of it.
