Like most of my weddings, the day began with a personal well-wishing from the president…
OK … not true (though I did take that picture.)
In fact, Meghan and Kyle’s wedding began on a gorgeous weekend in Boston. After a summer filled with rain, to come and see gorgeous sunsets, the swell of Boston Harbor, and this fantastic couple, well, that’s the sort of thing I’ll even drive down I-95 at rush hour for.
After a Catholic ceremony at a gorgeous church, the reception took place high up in The Boston College Club, letting the guests really soak in that sunset and great views of the city. The music was great — it was the first wedding band in a long time that had an electric guitar battle, and it was even more fun than it sounds — and the party was lively, as you shall see:
The bride and her father practice their dance.
I hope, at this resolution, you can still see Kyle’s eyes welling up.
A gendered twist on the oldest shot in the book, but Kyle wasn’t expecting it, so the surprised expression was real.
by Ryan Brenizer
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