Grace & John: Wedding

The pouring rain and dreary skies could do nothing to dampen the excitement and anticipation that stirred the air in Warrenton Baptist Church that morning.  The civil war era church was enveloped in the soft pitter-patter of raindrops as the bridal party got ready in the small chapel next to the sanctuary and the groom's party lounged and joked around just one floor above.

Grace's appearance was a reflection of calmness, but on the inside she admitted to feeling nervous about the ceremony.  It would be the first time that day that she would either see or speak to John Robert.  He wanted the first time he saw her that day to be the moment the doors of the sanctuary opened and she walked down the aisle on her father's arm.  He wanted the first time he heard her voice that day to be at the altar as they said their vows to each other.  He had not wanted to hear about the style of her dress or the way she planned to do her hair.  He wanted everything to be a surprise - a sweet assault of his senses as he saw his bride for the first time on the first day of the rest of their lives together. 

The way he looked at her for that first time was the way he looked at her for the rest of the day, stealing her into his arms after the ceremony with hugs and affectionate kisses, then stealing glances at her from across the room as they talked with friends and family during the reception.

Grace and John, thank you for allowing me to be a part of your special day, to document your love for each other and to be a witness to your vows before God.  I am so thankful to call you friends.

 

John is a photographer and Grace is a fine art artist, so they put some of their work on display in the reception hall.  It made for an amazing art gallery!  Here is one of Grace's portraits:

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