Just like yesterday morning, I was just on my way to the kitchen, as I bumped into my roomies boyfriends. With happy and slightly tired eyes I told him about my Saturday & how friggin perfect it was.
The day, driving to the castle along side horses filled lanes, the castle in the morning dust, the bride, the groom, the first look, the low fall sun sneaking in through the trees, the tiny gothic church, crowded to the very last spot to stand, the tears shed over loss & joy, the candles lit for special people, the sunlit kissed cocktails in the afternoon, the flowers matching my dress (say whaaaat?!?!), the relaxed timeline for shooting many details, the roses, the smiles, the bride´s sister, sisterly love, special moments, promises, all.
And he turned to me & said, I have the feeling every Sunday I see you after a wedding is like that. Maybe it is like this. Because every weekend it is true in a unique & special way anew. Every Saturday I get to fly high, doing what I love best. Doing what I worked and dreamed for. And every Saturday when I get to walk the grounds of an ancient castle, I still want to pinch myself. Is this for real?
Have a lovely new week, from the happiest place.
