subject line: Shaky Knees (+not the good kind).



It was 5 o’clock. I was in Atlanta, and you were 58 miles away getting married. All I could think about was your first dance at the golden hour and how I’d be seeing pictures for weeks to come. I was filled with caffeine and my knees were shaking with every staircase because I knew she was walking down the aisle, and a year ago we had planned for that to be me.