It was the light breeze, rustling the leaves on the trees lining the long gravel drive.
It was the few quiet moments as Torie organized the last details for her day and waited for her bridesmaids to arrive.
It was the giggles as Aria waved at her father arriving from the window sill of the bridal cottage.
It was the nervousness as Matt fixed Bryce’s tie, making sure everything was exactly perfect for his little man and his soon-to-be bride.
It was the tears and the slight pause to wipe them away as Torie sashayed towards Matt, awaiting their First Look.
It was the tears her mother let fall as Matt turned to see Torie, his bride.
It was the laughter as family started to arrive to celebrate the love that had brought them all together that Saturday afternoon.
It was the deep breath as Matt stood at the side of the venue overlooking the crowd right before walking to the altar.
It was the grand entrance as the huge wooden doors opened to reveal a classic bride to the guests.
It was the kiss, the cheers and the happiness as the newly wedded couple walked to their reception.
It was the slow dances and rare moments together alone that the couple had before entering to begin the night.
It was the full dance floor, the twinkle lights of the barn and the echo of music heard throughout the countryside.
It was the gentle mist as the couple took a second at the altar where they had just said “I do” to close the night.
It was the most perfect September wedding day.