I still remember all of the big things that happened that night, like the unexpected snowstorm, the chaos of a large wedding party standing still for formal photos and all of the food and drinks that were consumed way too fast! Months later when I received our wedding photo gallery, I was reminded of all of the in-between moments that swept by me on that day. I saw a glimpse of Garrett’s face when I sent a note to him at the end of the aisle and how proud his grandmother looked in the front row dressed in her best fur coat. I got to see the way my mother looked at me when I was standing at the altar and how my dad stopped us in the middle of the aisle because I forgot to fold my veil over. Seeing my bridesmaids cry behind me while I was saying my vows is something that I never physically saw on that day. Moments like those are why I hired a photojournalist. Formal group photos are great but when it comes down to my memories, the little moments are what means most to me.