Marilyn and Mike got married on one of those September days in Niagara that feels like the universe actually checked the calendar first. Soft light, zero chaos from the weather gods, and just enough crispness to justify a good suit and a dress that could breathe.
They kicked things off with private vows, which meant saying the most important words without an audience, a microphone, or anyone dramatically clearing their throat in the background. Just the two of them, being sincere and a little teary, getting the emotional heavy lifting done early so they could rejoin the party feeling grounded and slightly invincible.
The day was mostly captured on 35mm film, which felt fitting. Film is patient, a little unpredictable, and rewards you for trusting the process. Much like marriage. Fewer clicks, more intention, and everyone knowing that not every moment needs a redo. What happens, happens. Beautifully.
Then came the people. And there were a lot of them. Friends and family everywhere you turned, fully committed to celebrating, hugging, laughing, and making sure Marilyn and Mike never went more than twelve minutes without someone telling them how good they looked. This was not a polite, stand-at-a-distance kind of crowd. This was an all-in, surround-sound kind of love.
And finally, the flower petal exit. Guests enthusiastically tossing petals with varying degrees of accuracy and restraint, while Marilyn and Mike walked straight through the chaos like two people who had already decided they were in this together, no matter what landed in their hair.
September showed off, film did its thing, and Marilyn and Mike ended the day married, glowing, and still smiling. Proof that when you mix intention, great people, and a little analog magic, you get a wedding that’s heartfelt, hilarious, and very hard to forget.
