At the front of a very large, very old, and very formal church, which was filled with 250 friends and family members, Abbie softly spoke very genuine, heart-felt and sweet, kind words, as I also quietly witnessed and documented their exchange. When it was Frank’s turn to recite his vows, instead of also speaking his vows softly back to her, it went slightly differently. His vows started off as the closest thing to shouting I have ever heard in church; and it was awesome. He paused, looked at her and proclaimed, “I LOVE YOU ABBIE PARKER!” And at that, I burst into tears. Full blown, couldn’t-stop-if-I-wanted-to, thank-God-for-auto-focus, kind of sobbing. For lots of reasons. Most importantly, because it’s that kind of love I want to document, that kind of love that I wish to tell the story of… but, more than that, I’m not going to lie, I was a little happy for myself. To know that absolute, true, undying love and adoration can come, at any age, made my heart sing a little bit. And for that, I am so grateful. I will not, in fact, give up hope. No. Now, I am not willing to give up looking for that kind of love for myself.
Abbie, thank you for being so adorable and easy to love, and to Frank, thank you for showing me that I should never give up looking for that kind of love.
Flowers || Winstons
Dress || Priscilla of Boston
Makeup || Kelly OKeefe, Blush – Hingham, MA
Church || Arlington Street Church – Boston, MA
Venue || The Four Seasons – Boston, MA
Band || Nightshift