When I see this picture I remember smiling so hard my face hurt, thinking "I am standing here by the ocean with views of an island and a bride wearing a medieval dress she had custom designed, and of course she has to stop and pick heather growing on the bank to place on the special cheese cake she had made for her husband."

Steve asked me in that past conversation about dreams, what I would have thought if someone came up to me back when I was in high school and showed me photographs that I was taking today.  I wouldn't believe it.

I know I wouldn't. 

God has put beautiful things before me, has the wind blow at the perfect time, the bride smile just right, the weather, every single photo I take feels like a miracle to me, a huge lavish gift, so beyond what I am capable of if left alone.

And that is what this photo more than any other makes me think of, not because the bride would even like this photo I am sure this one won't  be hung on her wall, but for me, it reminds me that I am ridiculously blessed because of all I have seen.

The cake made of cheese

The ruins of a church that is over one thousand years old.  Niamh  ("Neev") the bride explored these ruins growing up so there was added sentiment.

Niamh

Woods that were just as old, filled with the last natural growing Oak in Western Ireland.