The air was crisp and cool. The mountain was theirs alone. Their love spoke words of ease and grace and happiness. She picked out her dress to wear at their big wedding, a wedding with all their close family and friends. A wedding which changed and morphed into an intimate ceremony on a mountain in Vermont. A ceremony that spoke to the importance of enjoying ordinary moments and happiness found in each other. A bride, wearing her perfect gown and glowing with ease. A groom wearing a tender smile and eyes filled with love for only her.

Their Wedding Day:

They found a writer’s retreat nestled in the green mountains of Vermont. They said they were going to have an intimate wedding with their closest family and friends. When I arrived to the location, all i could hear were the cows talking and the crickets chirping, along with the occasional car bumping down the dirt road. The sun peeked through the clouds to warm the first of the autumn days to come. Their day was a true reflection of their love and commitment to each other. Full of beautiful moments and the biggest surprise to end their night.

“Trees reach like glowing embers to singe the autumn skies. Leaves burst with blinding color like sparks that spin and rise. Then a breath of weightless fog moves across the silent lake, where the trails of molten clouds fill the sunset’s smokey wake. The harvest moon emerges like a second burning sun, to fill the sky with button stars that morning pulls undone. Sunlight floods the gardens to melt the morning dew. This is where my heart resides since September gave me you.” -Heather Ober