“I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.”

-Pablo Neruda (read by the bride’s mother during the ceremony)

You can’t beat a summer wedding on a rooftop overlooking the gorgeous city you call home. Two of the kindest souls became one on June 15th and I loved every minute of it. The air was warm, the love was clearly evident, and the moon rose high and bright as family and friends danced the night away, celebrating Chris and AnneMarie.