Weddings are not just about two people.

 

They are about the hands that raised you. The people who came before you.

The ones who taught you how to love, how to gather, how to stay.

 

I don’t chase trends or poses.

 

I look for what’s real—a grandfather’s hand resting on a shoulder, a mother holding back tears, the way a room exhales when vows are spoken.

 

These moments are fleeting.

 

But when preserved with intention, they become legacy.