In an attempt to blog a bit more regularly, I am going to have 2 weekly posts. I will most likely write them at night after my little man is upstairs and dreaming of being outside and chickens and goats and milk and crayons. Every (ish) Tuesday I will write about a photo that I have taken that I happen to really really like and then every Thursday I will write something from the heart about our little lives here in Cincinnati. So here it goes!
This photo that doesn’t even have a face in it speaks more volumes to me than many I have taken with big grins. It was snapped during the toasts – the bride and groom sat next to each as they listened to kind words being spoken about them. Their hands gently holding during a sweet moment. You can just imagine the look on their faces, perhaps looking at each other or maybe smiling big, tear-filled smiles at her Dad who was giving the toast. You can see the half empty glass of wine signifying that the night has already begun. I love searching and finding images like this during the day, it’s like a treasure hunt. The treasure is sweet, beautiful, tender moments (not unlike moments that happen all around us all day, everyday) that will now be remembered instead of forgotten.