Seven years…

Seven years ago, we were married on a spectacular Tuesday in Florence.

The day was warm and bright, despite the winter; every minute went smoothly, despite… well, Italy; every detail was beautiful (thank you Italy!); and we were surrounded by 48 of our nearest and dearest, despite the oceans they had to cross to be there.

And did I mention the part about the start of happily-ever-after?

Yes. Best day ever…

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