The quiet between the shots

I just finished packing my bag after a wedding in the rain—half the ceremony was under a canopy, and the other half was just us all standing there, soaked but smiling. The best moment? When the groom’s grandmother, who hadn’t spoken all day, suddenly whispered to her husband, ‘I think I’m happy.’ And then she laughed, like it surprised even her. I didn’t get a photo of that. But I remember it. That’s what I keep now—the things that don’t fit in the frame.