And I took hundreds of pictures. The bride was beautiful. The groom had red hair. The mother danced like a four year old on caffeine. The college boys flirted. The dutch aunts made snarky comments under their breath.
I imagined my own wedding. There will be lots of dancing at my wedding. Lots of dancing and singing and hugging. I’ll dance all night with Megan and Ana, twirl Max and Mira around, cry with Mom and Dad.
But let’s not talk about that.
My feet sting. But I loved every minute of it.