The quiet between the vows

I was kneeling in the rain yesterday, lens up, trying to catch the way her hands shook just before she said yes. The groom’s dad stood behind them, staring at the ground like he’d forgotten how to breathe. I didn’t take the photo. Not because it wasn’t worth it—because it was too much. The moment wasn’t for the album. It was for the silence after the word ‘yes,’ when everything still hadn’t settled into meaning yet. That’s what I’m starting to miss: not the perfect shot, but the space where feeling leaks through the frame.