They'd first settled on the beach but then, two days before the wedding, Sarah said I wish we could just do it in the park and her imminent sisters-in-law leapt into action with permits and a heads-up to the RCMP detachment and you know what? It was the most delightful, comfortable, and perfectly fitting ceremony I've ever been to, as guest or as photographer. Steve travels all over North America building skate parks, concrete art. Sarah fundraises. And my kids, peering over my shoulder as I processed, now ponder what we call, in our house, the TAO OF STEVE. A newly-born set of guiding principles based on The Coolest Guy On The Planet. Ever. Including Han Solo And Buck 65. Everyone else pales to STEVE! You'll see why. (insert the swoon of a four-year-old.)
I get it, though. The blue shoes, the pale yellow crinoline, the marital motorcycle with sidecar, the perfectly boistrous best man, the incredible band and its endless trove of Stevie Wonder, the sweat on that dance floor. I was swooning too, and not just at Steve's tricks. It was a weepy, laughter-filled day that brimmed at every moment with these adorable two.