A Foust Wedding

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This month, I had the honor to be a part of and witness the beautiful union of two friends.

The Newlyweds.



The Wedding Party.

It was my first time crying at a wedding. It was a new beginning for them. A promise hope and endless possibilities. Perhaps it was the sad state of my own marriage that made this union so much more important to me. Regardless, it was an amazing experience that I will never forget.

Congratulations + good luck!
xoxo

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