Our Wedding, Part One
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]Our wedding day began before anyone else was awake but the birds. Jeremy padded up to our private rooftop with coffee to finish his vows. I welcomed in a hair stylist who couldn’t speak English, then creatively called the front desk for a bellhop to please translate while we smiled politely at one another in silence. I was soon joined by just my sister, mom and her best friend of 45-years who together steamed my dress.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image="1746" img_size="full" alignment="center"][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width="1/2"][vc_single_image
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