The sun was still sleeping under the watery covers of an Atlantic horizon, but the sky was pink–that timid pink, you only get at first light.

He stood, stoic and handsome in his gray pinstriped suit, watching the waves. Waiting for her.

She walked down the boardwalk, her gown gathered in hand, hair and veil blowing in the wind. Her smile was as big as the ocean.

He turned. And didn’t say a word. He couldn’t. All he could do was wrap her up in his arms and hold her.

Which is what he plans to do for forever.

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They’re getting married tomorrow. Those two. And this morning I photographed their “first look” on the beach at sunrise.