Heaven can wait

This is a story of dreamers

I have seen quite few weddings since I started this work and so you would think I am quite used to them and I am used to certain emotions, but indead and I need to be honest I must admit that that sometimes I am still that little girl in the corner looking up the couple dreaming castels on the clouds and thinking good things are still possible in life if you only believe.

And I am so lucky to be that little girl, despite my age.
This really explain why I still cry sometimes at weddings and why I shared a tear this time even during the editing process.
The lite motif for this day was “love always win”. I really believe it does when you give it a chance.
I try hard not to give up to my dreams, I have to because of my duty and becasue I must show to my son that this world has still lots of potential, that there are human beeings out there really worth to trust in.
I want to keep walking every day looking around me beeing amused by the beauty of a tree or the colour of the sun when it reaches the hillls. I want to wake up every day beeing convinced that heaven can wait beacuse this earth where my feet step on is outstandgly beatiful, once again.
Thank you Ryan and Jason for another story to fill my heart with. Thank you for beeing dreamers among other dreamers among other….
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click on this image to watch the slide video

Venue: La Bandita country house

Wedding planner: Tuscan Wedding Events

Lights and DJ: Wedding music and lights

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