I rarely find myself at a loss for words. Blame it on my need to verbalize every single little thing or simply on my Cuban nature, there’s rarely an occasion when I am hard-pressed to voice my opinion. Which is why I was surprised to find myself overcome with emotion on Saturday night, sobbing like a toddler, wiping away tears with a shared tissue that kept being passed down a row of six weepy bridesmaids and one emotionally distraught maid of honor. By this point in the night, the couple’s outdoor ceremony had been drenched in an intense summer evening shower just minutes before it was time to walk down the aisle. So after much deliberation (and several glasses of champagne), we stood, along with approximately 200 other guests, inside a small ballroom, seeking refuge from the rain, witnessing the marriage of our friends as they still beamed at each other, making the absolute best of what could have easily been a deterrent for any other bride and groom, and exchanged vows under exactly the right circumstances.
The rest of the evening was absolutely perfect. I can’t really do it justice in words (hard to describe how a fuschia wig fits into a wedding), so I’ve included some images below. Congratulations to Frenchy & Damien. May they always be able to weather any storm.
Photography: Rodrigo Varela Wedding & Event Photographer
Flowers & Centerpieces: Avant-Gardens
Cake: Todo Dulces