They flew all the way to our little valley from the big city of Toronto. They organized their closest family and dearest friends to join them at the beautiful resort of Sparkling Hill. Allison had the most perfect of dress with shoes to die for. She held the most perfect of bouquets made by the talented Christina of Classic Creations. Mark donned a handsome navy blue suit and fabulous striped socks.
It may not have been the most traditional wedding, but it sits among my favorite weddings that I’ve had the honor to be a part of. They may not call themselves romantics, but I know different.
Romance is not always about the big gestures or the extravagant choices. Romance sits in the moments when you know you are marrying a man who will care for you for a lifetime, whether you need him to or not. Romance is the simple holding of a hand, or a hand lightly on the back. Romance is making sure that you will be each other’s best friend until the end. And from what I could see on that special day on the hill, I think they’ve got all that and much more.