This, my friends, is what remains of the wedding day. The day itself came and went with astounding rapidity, and was soon buried in the remote reaches of the past by an avalanche of succeeding days, each possessing similar qualities and names (all of them ending in “ay”).
The wedding day itself was filled with laughter and excitement, the echoes of which are now long gone. Our mental images fade and shift, influenced by time and succeeding events, and there is only one unbiased account, only one impartial observer who can give us the truth of the day, restore the vibrancy of the event and fill us in on the overlooked and forgotten details of that which is for many of us the most important day of our lives.
This, then, is the book of that day. The treasured tome of remembrance, the ledger of who, what, where and how, future generations’ introduction to a time and place inhabited by us when we were younger and less worn.
This book documents, reminds, attests, and confirms. We were there, we saw it happen, we laughed, cried, hugged and danced with the bride and groom and their families.
And now, enshrined in pages of lasting elegance suitable for presentation to all who may view them, we have the Day, the Wedding Album.