Stavanger
A slow morning of getting ready, a first look neither of them could hold back, the sea, an old church, the woods at golden hour, and a party that refused to end.
The morning was unhurried. Lace laid out by the window, soft light, quiet nerves, and the kind of anticipation you can feel in a room before anyone says a word.
Then came the first look. He turned, she smiled, and everything else fell away. From there we drove down to the beach and let the wind and the water write the first pictures of their marriage.
The ceremony was held in an old church, a beautiful traditional service full of song and tears and the promises they had been waiting to say out loud. Afterwards we wandered into the woods, where the low sun came through the pines and they kept finding reasons to stop and look at each other.
The evening turned into a vibrant party. Long tables, raised glasses, dancing that started early and ended late, and a room full of people who love them.
