My longtime camp buddy, Peter Tsai, served as the official photographer for our wedding. His eye is so great, but the camera also just really loves us (we’re really humble, too. It’s one of our most endearing qualities). Among our favorites:
To commemorate all those “dark, slightly askew European alley” moments we’ve had:
After I hoisted that anchor onto the side of the house, my boo rewarded me with a big wet kiss:
What I love about this next pic is that my new husband looks like he doesn’t want to eat the Italian ice, and I look like I don’t want to give it to him because I want to eat it myself. One of our wedding vows to each other was that we promised always to share food, and here I am, married not even 2 hours, already begging off on that promise:
