Cailie and Jeff grew up down the street from each other. On the morning of their wedding day they each got ready in the houses they grew up in, which can’t be more than a few hundred feet apart. When you meet them you can sense immediately the comfortable love they share, one rooted in and strengthened by their deep history. It really is a pleasure to witness. So on that morning, despite being physically apart, it was impossible not to feel the presence of the other. Part of this was because cards and presents were quickly run back and forth from house to house; part of this was because each home contained small reminders of their love; and part of it was because you could sense the emotional connection between Cailie and Jeff. More than most, and no matter the distance, they felt like a pair.
That’s the first thing.
The second thing is also awesome.
As their ceremony was winding down, and at the point where, if this were a movie, the officiant would ask if anyone had any objections to please speak now or forever hold their peace, from the back of the church rose a voice over the din of the guests. There, slowly working his way down the aisle, came the priest who had wed Cailie’s parents many years ago. He was to be part of the ceremony but had mistakenly noted the wrong start time. Instead of being 90 minutes early he was 60 minutes late. Never before, never again. As he’s walking down the aisle he delivers a beautiful, heart-felt sermon on love and forgiveness. However bad he felt – and he apologizes profusely – this is a moment no one in attendance will ever forget. It was amazing. So it had to be part of their film.
Familiar love + unexpected treats. Cailie + Jeff. Enjoy!