The sun was shining but it was an uncharacteristically chilly and windy day in February. Anticipation spilled over with a sort of calmness that blanketed over everything.
There was floral carpet and antique furniture, faux fur and red lipstick, gold and sequins everywhere, glow in the dark sticks, and champagne bottles popping. With one of our dear friends and Chloé’s cousin doubling as wedding designer and bridesmaid, it easily felt like a family affair. Chloé’s mom called us by name, we hugged family members we’d only long heard stories of, had conversations with Papa and ate cake with the officiant who is also our friend. We felt like family and that’s our favorite feeling on a wedding day.
Being around Brian and Chloé you can’t help but smile, holding your breath just waiting to laugh at their next joke. They’re quirky and naturally we like that. They gave us full trust and we could not have asked for anything more. Except maybe some hand warmers, which a kind samaritan actually had and slid some into our pockets because seriously it was cold.