Early one fine summer morning, I met Laura and her adorable puppy at the trailhead for Falls Creek Falls. Andy and their officiant, Anthony, had already started their hike up to the waterfall before she arrived. I helped her fasten the last buttons on her mother's wedding dress, old lace crackling under my fingers as I gently pressed the French buttons into their loops. One last hurrah, one last day of love, one more set of traditions and memories for the lacy gown.

As we hiked the two miles uphill, we chatted and enjoyed the vibrant greens of the trail, crossing bridges and passing deep fern-filled gullies leading to the roaring Falls Creek. Setting her jacket aside and taking out her vows, Laura turned the last corner to see Andy waiting, smiling radiantly at her from the waterfall overlook.

The wedding ceremony was sweet and lingering and personal, backed by the sound of roaring water thundering down into the moss-lined bowl behind Laura and Andy. Once vows, tears, and rings were exchanged, they moved down closer to the waterfall to enjoy the view. Right before I left, the sun started to beam magical light over the top of the waterfall.

What an enchanted morning!