Their day had arrived. The day Lydia became Mrs. Porter (which she called herself throughout that afternoon and I thought was just so darn cute) and Kennis became her husband. Lydia was perfection, from her a-line lace vintage-inspired dress to her picture perfect smile.  From their ceremony to the reception, every single family member, friend, and guest was filled with love and laughter. Lydia’s father was an extra lucky man that afternoon. He very proudly gave away his daughter and was also the pastor that blessed their wedding vows. The Porters did not disappoint their guests, or myself (ahem) with the cutest honeypot and a delectable variety of individual pies. The sweet ceremony ended quickly, but the fun had just started as everyone, and I do mean ery-one glided onto the dance floor. The Porters sure know how to celebrate! By the way can someone please teach me the wobble? Congratulations to a super cool and fun couple, Mr. & Mrs. Porter!