This was a family wedding. Generations of loved ones came together to witness my niece's marriage.
A simple creamy bouquet of Vandella roses and stocks is what she chose to set off the intricate bead work of her gown.
The bridesmaids in pale mocha carried the same roses.
Even on this lush, tropical island, the roses, chrysanthemums and other flowers all came from Ecuador, but I managed to snag a few fruit from the indigenous palms that border the gardens and avenues everywhere.
There was the joy, as always, designing the flowers, but this wedding was really not about the flowers.
When the bride occupies that special place in your heart; when you get to be with all your people watching her arrive at her big day; watching her beam her confidence; watching her share a private grin with her partner as the ceremony begins; watching the skies bluer than any other day, the mountains closer and everyone together witnessing and storing another special memory. So much more than a destination wedding.
Sometimes it takes a year to put this into words.
