The morning started off with a fresh cut from France’s best of the best. While the ladies got ready on a room next door, the boys had the best most hilarious time (learning to) ironing, wondering if they’d remembered to pack everything and if they could have just one more shot of whiskey.
Sam’s friends came from far and wide, UK, USA. All to celebrate with them both in this quaint little French village (with the best boulangerie ever may I add 🥐)
It’s practically impossible to sum up their morning in 10 frames, let alone the whole day — the hysterical laughter, the unguarded smiles and the many glances I caught between the lads and Sam that said and expressed so much love than words ever could.
Being a part of their day, in such a candid and unguarded (and involved!) is was something I’ll forever carry with me.