Finally Papi Boa mustered up the the courage and said three little words to me: "Photographer isn't here". This was a surprise since we had all left my parent's house, which is 10 minutes away from the church, at the same time. I stepped out of the car, Google searching the photographer's phone number on Papi Boa's cel (because I of course did not have my phone) and dialing it on my Lil Boa's cel simultaneously.
When the photographer picked up the phone, I learned that they were headed towards our reception venue, thinking that we were holding our ceremony there. As I quickly corrected her, I could feel her heart sink through the phone, she was so sad and apologized about a thousand times during our thirty second conversation. She asked for us to stall 15-20 minutes until she could get to the church. Through it all, I surprisingly maintained a very calm demeanor. I was still in that happy daze from that morning, marveled that I would soon be married to the love of my life. Not even a missing photographer rattled my resolve.
I made a decision; I decided to start the ceremony without the photographer there. We had 70+ starving guests sitting in a church at nine in the morning, a priest getting nervous because he had a communion ceremony at 9:30 and a reeeaalllllyy tight timeline because of our flights to Rome. Making the decision to go ahead seemed like a no brainer. So I hung up the phone, turned around and told everyone to take out their iphones 'cause I was getting married.
* All the pictures were taken by guests
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