taking the plunge

Sunday morning, the day after the most-perfect wedding, M, my good friend, says to me, "I've changed my mind, you can post about it."

She tells me this after I've taken no pictures of the bride and groom, though one of the guests sends me one of theirs.

All day Saturday it's overcast and cool.

The ceremony is outside. 

Just as guests are starting to gather, the sun comes out. And with it, a rainbow. No one doubts that Rose, Sam's grandmother who died almost eight years ago, is there watching over her grandson.

All brides are beautiful, and Josie is no exception. She is stunning in a sleek, sophisticated dress, and the same veil that M wore at her wedding. Josie arrives on a boat, to big cheers from the waiting guests. Her older brother officiates, and gives a warm, and meaningful speech.

Sam and Josie are happy people. They are lucky to have that gene. Although there is much for them both to be grateful for, their happiness comes from within. They have been together for ten years, and their close friends and family are joyous to see them take this big step.

Drinks and hors d'hoeuvres follow the ceremony, and are the backdrop for the most incredible sunset.

M uncharacteristically agrees to a photo with me. 

It's a glorious night. Filled with great food, great people, a great band, and even great fireworks. Literally.

Tonight's date is particularly significant, as it's the same date that M and Tobey, Sam's parents, got married 34 years ago. 

And every person in their wedding party is here tonight to celebrate the marriage of Sam and Josie.

Early Sunday morning a group of eight brave people are meeting on the pier. They all plan to take the polar plunge. 

I bump into Sam and Harrison on the way there.

It's a gorgeous fall day. The participants hold hands.  And on the count of three, they jump into the icy Maine waters.

It's a fitting end to a spectacular weekend.