One evening soon I will tell you the story of our wedding day. It won’t include views from the top of Cape Perpetua or a look at the little stone shelter where we had planned to exchange our vows. There will be no golden-hour images of us in a forest filled with Sitka Spruce or walking on sand, tide turning in. What you will find is a bouquet made of roses and dahlias, chosen by flashlight at dusk. A covered bridge on a country road. Rain-soaked leaves. Two beautiful friends. And us, in love, in the storm.
(Photos by Melissa McFadden Images)