Shortly after we returned from Europe, your Auntie Tara married Uncle Brad in a beautiful fairy tale wedding, celebrated under the oak trees of a Charleston plantation. Pia, you were a flower girl. No, not just a flower girl, but a lead flower girl and you were so excited you had been looking forward to the day for months, almost a year. I think it surpassed your expectations. It did mine. It was magical.
Rafa, you almost made it down the aisle, but the pressure was too much and the auoogah car was just outside the church doors calling your name, so you bolted out instead of in at the crucial minute. Pia, you walked like a princess leading Bam Bam and Elise with a basket of flowers and stood next to the bridesmaids at the alter through the whole wedding. Though you may have thrown your basket around once or twice when you were up there, for the most part you were a perfect angel. And Brad and Tara were charming and beautiful and there was hardly a dry eye in the place.
It isn't hard to see why...
(Beautiful photos thanks to Shannon Michele Photography of Charleston)
I love you,