It’s not very often that I get emotional at a wedding–but there was something about the electric excitement and joy in the air at Queenston Heights last weekend that got me all choked up! Everyone was so thrilled to be there–and no one really cared much that it was swelteringly humid and legitimately threatening thunderstorms.
It was a wedding out of a movie: all the girls getting ready together, giggling, hair in curlers, various states of dress and PJs, then later that morning making the beguiling long walk up the aisle with Brock’s monument in the background. With my amazing 2nd photographer, Stacey Fox, covering me, I was able to capture some precious moments when Ryan first saw his bride making the painfully long walk up to meet him. Sheesh! It was lovely.