I knew from the get go that Shadden and Mark would be a hearty and fun couple. We connected over beers talking about past travels, the year ahead, a move west and future travels with intent eyes (I can recall now the optimistic look in both of their eyes) on what’s to come for them in life. It was really nice. Their future seemed bright and incredibly admirable, completely envious on my end as they planned to move to Denver together after the wedding, where they live now.
As I entered their day in the morning, I walked into comfortable looks and easy laughs. Shadden was on fire, beaming in all her radiance. Beautiful. Mark was stoically cool, collected and focused. Confident. As the steaming day progressed, the love and community of friends and family from all over the world began to collectively fuse with the spirit of the day’s commitment. It’s cool. It’s always cool to see people being people, praising people they love. It’s slightly more poignant when they come from across the globe (we ate dinner with a super star model friend of theirs w/ mega high social media followers numbers. What!? He was a stud. No doubt about it). It’s slightly more poignant when it’s a multicultural affair with numerous languages being spoken, ample assortments of traditions, which for us made things feel slightly heightened with Shadden and Mark.
And that is beautiful.