“Looks like our photo booth isn’t coming,” Lindsey said.

I was shocked, but she just shrugged. “Well, maybe. They’re still trying to make it. We’ll see.” Surprised by her reaction, I glanced at Paul, but he looked every bit as relaxed as Lindsey.

Something was off. Not about the photo booth. Not about the wedding. But about the two of them, and I just couldn’t put my finger on it.

It was a Brooklyn type of day. Thick air, hard light, and a soft wind to set the stage for my type of wedding – alive, real, personal. In fact, Lindsey and Paul lived just a few blocks away from Greenpoint Loft, making it all the more perfect a place for the two to celebrate. And I was happier than a clam to be there. Everything just felt right.

And that’s what I didn’t see at the time. Everything was just right. Photo booth or not, it didn’t matter. When I heard it wasn’t going to show, I was expecting tension. Drama. Frustration. Something. But what I saw was a soft smile and a look that clued me in. The two of them had everything they needed – friends, family, and each other. It already had been a spectacular day, and it was clear that it was going to be a good night. And a good night it was with everything a couple could want out of their wedding, including a photo booth that managed to make it in the nick of time.

The ceremony was a breath held through a beating heart. Each word drifting into the air like oxygen for an audience suspended in time. My favorite words during the ceremony came from the Little Prince. A passage spoken from a fox about taming – the idea that to know another – to tame another – is to become attached and responsible and theirs. It’s the thing that brings color into the world and warmth into the cold. And it was very clear that it was a room filled with warmth. Filled with emotion and tears and joy. And it was that joy that permeated the day and crept into the night, as Cecily and David celebrated under the watchful eye of Lady Liberty in the distance with unending smiles and the type of closeness that makes the world special.

Some days, the light is a little bit thicker, the atmosphere is a little bit richer. The smiles feel warmer, the people closer. There’s so much you can point to. So many variables. So many possibilities. And what is a wedding if not a celebration of possibility? On this day in this part of Brooklyn, Nikki and Ilya’s wedding was all of that and more. A beautiful mix of culture and tradition. A tapestry of emotion.

I tell people what’s amazing about weddings is you never see the same thing twice. Maybe you’ll see the same place – maybe a similar schedule. But never the same thing. Not even close, when you really look at it. And when you tap into that well, it’s pure magic. This was such a day.

My legs were sore. My back was tired. The camera strap was biting into my neck. And I couldn’t hold back the same, single, irrepressible thought. This is exactly what living is all about.

It was a wall-to-wall day without a second to spare, so full of life and action and excitement, you just couldn’t pack anything more in. Life doesn’t get any better than that. Shana was all smiles from top to bottom, start to finish, and Eddie delivered one of the most memorable set of vows I’ve ever heard. Pitch perfect.

By the end, as I stepped into New York’s thick, night air, looking up into the sky and breathing deep, I smiled. The day was fine reminder that weddings really are good stuff.