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We recollect life as a series of special occasions; epic happenings that characterize our lives and live on in family stories. Weddings are the same - the fundamental spotlight in wedding arranging is on the characterizing moments- the primary kiss, cutting of the cake, parent position, cake cutting.Shouldn't something be said about the little, fortunate unique things that occur without arranging, just from a room brimming with adoration? Shouldn't something be said about a little touch, a grinning face, a thoughtful word - in the middle of the large occasions? These minutes are what we live to catch. The moments that are regularly neglected, however together make up the passionate gift of a wedding, and of our lives. These moments are unbelievably extraordinary in passing. We aim to give them life and the significance they merit. Moments you may not see from the start, yet think back on later in your film and treasure. This is our claim to fame, and our enthusiasm.

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