This journal exists as a record rather than a recap. Each entry is a visual essay—photographs arranged not to impress, but to remember. The moments documented here are often small and unspectacular at first glance: a pause before vows, hands brushing in passing, the way light lingers longer than expected. Together, they form stories meant to be returned to, not scrolled past. This space holds those stories as they were—unrushed, unperformed, and deeply felt. Consider this an archive of love in its truest form, preserved with intention and care.