The past week of my life has been a dream, a beautiful blur of memories that seem almost too good to be true. On Saturday the 2nd of March 2013, as I spend many Saturdays, I was at a wedding. I still had camera(s) in hand, but I was not the photographer. I was the groom. The morning felt quite surreal – as if everything was a giant dress rehearsal for the real thing. It was incomprehensible that the day we had spent 10 months planning and almost 7 years coming towards was finally here. I watched as the carefully orchestrated pieces of the puzzle all fell into place. It rained – heck, it poured. We didn’t care. We got wet. We laughed, we cried, we sang, we danced, we Gangnam’ed.

And, I took some photos.

We arrived in Gloucester on the Thursday (Liv’s birthday).
This was the last blue sky we saw until the honeymoon.