I like the kind of cold days where the sun shines brightly, but the wind still bites your skin a bit. The light only gives the illusion of warmth, as we find ourselves a little taken aback when our noses hit the cold air. I remember this day for it’s warm light, it’s cold air, and the friends Donald and Cherelle surrounded themselves with as we walked around DC, exploring gardens that were clinging to their last bit of color in the wintertime. We stood in awe of the winter sunlight and we held our coats close as the sunlight faded and we drifted indoors for dancing, food, and heartfelt toasts.
This wedding day was about love. In the cold air, in the warm sun, in every smile that happened across their faces on that day.
