When it was time for the rings, there were no accidents. No one dropped anything or put one on the wrong finger. As I mentioned before, I chose to wear my mother's rings. I don't know about you, but it seems like kids see a lot of their parents' hands. Her rings were always there even after my dad died. It's nice to look at my hand and be reminded of her every time.
The Hubby had a hard time finding a ring he liked. He wanted something that went with mine, was fairly traditional, but was unique. It's white gold like mine and is the same width as my two together. It has a brushed finish and instead of being flat or convex like most men's rings, his is concave. He'll tell you "like a hubcap." I just like how it looks on his finger.
Since we're talking rings, I'll jump ahead and show you a few shots taken at the reception. It's this kind of attention to detail that makes me love today's wedding photography.
I don't know about you, but I think everyone looked MUCH happier on their way back down the aisle. Up next? A few post-ceremony portraits.
(All pics by Monique Montoya.)