The Wedding in the Woods // Mr. + Mrs. Aguilar

As the last of the sun's golden light is drawing long lines across my dining table, my mind is drawn back to the Wedding in the Woods. The light, filtered through the Pacific Silver Fir and White Pine, drew dream-like shadows across the forest floor. The moss is thick, like the most expensive of rugs. The air is crisp, sharp and refreshing as it fills your lungs. The cathedral was made ready, though not by human hands. Sentry's standing tall, having stood for years and years, as if just waiting for this day. And I look around, thinking perhaps I've entered another world. Walk with me through their woods?

Andrew began his wedding day hiking the woods under the close eye of Mount Rainer.

Susan, Andrew's mom, helps him with final touches, as he and his mountain men eagerly wait for Emily to leave her little, white cottage and descend the hill to their cathedral of trees.

The bride is ready to meet her groom. Winding their way from the cottage on the hill, Emily and her beauties, mom and dad, make their way to the readied cathedral, filled with family and friends, having driven, flown and hiked into the many-branched citadel. All was ready.

The trees rejoiced, as did each person present, Emily and Andrew most of all. They danced their way through the cathedral, raced into the welcoming woods, enveloped in golden light and the joy of her new name.

The evening only became more magical as dinner and dancing were celebrated in an obliging meadow. The soft grass underfoot, the wine -- warm as it went down -- made the dance floor a delightful daze under the Sentries. And before one could fully soak up the glory of the night, away they were whisked.