We recomposed ourselves after our quiet moment together and the photographs began. We insisted on keeping them short and sweet: no more than an hour for everything (our poor photographer).
We were married in our favourite neighbourhood in our hometown. Where we first lived together, and where we did a lot of growing up. It's home to my favourite Victorian architecture, and the Canadian public radio station that has saved me on many a homesick day in Malta. It's where so many of the milestones of our relationship happened. The trees we took photos in front of at our high school proms. The garden bench where we were sat playing backgammon when we decided to move to Malta. The park where we had our first date, and where Mike proposed to me.
We hadn't conveyed all this to our photographer beforehand, but somehow he managed to capture it all anyway.
And those smiles? They were genuine. Every single one.