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In a moment of nostalgia, I poured over my wedding photos.  Not the leather-bound album our photographer gathered into glossy cliff notes of poise for posterity.  Rather the binder of proofs, snap shots of a day through another’s lens.  Candid moments, unposed.

Kindness, generosity, and love highlight my favorite images.  My step-father calmly receiving my panic during the short waltz down the aisle.   Women whose lives intertwine with mine in friendship offering strength and love in support of my promise.  My mother proud and sentimental, celebrating a new milestone.

There is one photograph that I pause over.  Alone on a winding staircase, overwhelmed by the organized chaos around us, I leaned into my husband.  There is an unspoken plea in the language of my body.  Feeling lost and vulnerable I gave all of my needs to my husband in a kiss.  It is me asking for patience and seeking shelter.  My husband’s image stands tall, accepting and giving in the same breath.  I have known beautiful moments of romance, but love is a greater indulgence.

Tagged: Love, Photographs, Wedding