I’ll admit it.
The whole thing was ridiculous.
Not ridiculous in the “what were they thinking?” kind of way—
Ridiculous in the “how dare you make the rest of us look like we got married in a folding chair convention?” kind of way.
Jen and David…
You two didn’t plan a wedding.
You staged an experience.
I’m talking about the kind of setup that makes you question your own life choices.
White chairs lined up with military precision.
An aisle so perfect it looked like it had been measured with a laser… then smoothed by angels with OCD.
And that arch… standing there against the ocean like it had been waiting its whole life for this exact moment.
And then there’s this photo.
Look at it.
The symmetry.
The calm before the “I do.”
The ocean behaving itself for once.
The sand groomed better than most of us.
It’s so pristine you almost feel bad walking on it… like you’re about to track footprints through a masterpiece.
Which brings me to my internal dialogue:
“Can we walk on the sand?”
“Should we walk on the sand?”
“George… stay in your lane.”
Because clearly—this was not my production.
And just in case I forgot, the universe sent a gentle reminder:
Five photographers.
Five.
Two still shooters.
Two videographers.
And one guy flying a drone like he was directing a Spielberg sequel: Wedding at Cabo: The Aerial Cut.
At that moment, my camera quietly slid back into “spectator mode.”
Even my Nikon knew…
“Today, we are guests.”
But here’s the thing—
All the perfection, all the planning, all the elegance…
None of it outshined the two of you.
Because what made this whole scene work wasn’t the arch, or the chairs, or the ocean behaving like it signed a contract…
It was you, Jen and David.
The way you handled the gale-force “flying hors d’oeuvres prenuptial dinner.”
The way you shrugged and laughed like,
“Eh… if it blows away, we’ll just love each other harder.”
That’s the tell.
That’s the real deal.
A wedding that beautiful is impressive.
A couple that unfazed?
That’s unstoppable.
And somewhere between the drone shots, the laughter, and the ocean backdrop, it hit me:
This wasn’t a perfect wedding.
This was a perfect start.
So here’s to you both—
May your days be this balanced,
Your storms this laughable,
And your aisle always this clear.
And if life ever gets a little chaotic…
Just remember—
Stay in your lane.
Unless, of course…
It leads straight back to each other.
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