Two total babes. One classic vineyard. One incredible wedding for the books.
Their mornings started off the way most weddings do — surrounded by their closest family and friends. I found Danielle at her home, looking drop dead gorgeous and making everyone in a two-story radius of her light up like the fourth of July. She glowed while she showed me all of the details she'd picked out for the day and talked about her plans for the future. A race on Sunday. Italy to follow.
Alex's morning started down the street in a hotel picked just for the day. He and his groomsmen cuffed and buttoned and tied and clinked and sipped and waited.
They were married in a huge church with tall ceilings, long pews, and 360 degree views of the intimate ceremony.
A long stretch of country road took us to the edge of a vineyard and a fall sunset. The rest was history. Speeches that tugged at our heartstrings. A father/daughter dance sang by the father of the bride. A dance party to end all dance parties. It was perfect.
