A June wedding in Oakville. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, a soft breeze off the lake tickled us behind the ears…

No really. This day was blissed-out perfect—Ashley & Dave completely lucked out (lots of rainy Saturdays so far this summer).

Ashley made for a by-the-book blushing bride–her tiny waistline cinched into the consummate cloud of her dress, her sunkissed cheeks and neckline, the half-giddy/half-frightened look in her twinkly eyes. Dave was the boy-next-door who Ashley claimed just as soon as she was old enough to–a story well-described in speeches by parents and siblings from both sides of the hedge, so to speak. The reception took place at the prestigious yet comfortable Oakville Club, overlooking the local marina and it’s gently swaying masts. Stories were told, drinks were consumed, cigars lit…

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Oh the looks in their eyes!!

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