Whitney ran into Immaculate Conception Catholic Church, dodging high winds and a constant downpour. The day was gray, thick, and hopelessly rainy. As she blew through the door trailing water, she smiled – radiant, joyous, and beautiful. She was getting married and nothing would dampen her spirits. I assured her we would make delicious lemonade out of a day full of weather lemons! In a dim room of chattering bridemaids, Whitney stepped into her wedding dress – laughing and smiling – ready to meet her groom. And when the room became quiet and all the ladies had left, Whitney held her breath as her mother pinned her veil – and cried. There, in those tiny moments – mother, daughter, father held on for a touch and a tear.
Dashing into the church with his posse of handsome men, Brian dusted the water drops from his shoulders. There with his parents, he let nothing dampen his spirits. Today he was marrying his best friend, the girl who makes him laugh, the girl who lights up the grayest of days. They would exchange vows, light a candle, share a kiss, and dance the night away at the Deercreek Country Club.
We never did get a chance to capture any photos outside on the beautiful golf course - the rain was as constant as the fun Whitney and Brian were having at their party. But with their wonderful fun-loving spirits we made that lemonade afterall.