When one is a little girl she dreams many things concerning her wedding day. Naturally, the imagination is stirred from images of her own mother’s wedding day. It is a mysterious, delightful, celebratory thing that captivates the small mind like little else does. When I was small I imagined I would wear my mother’s wedding dress. Wear it I did, along with my sister and my dog, as my mother was gracious and casual with her gown. I am certain that by 10 I had already worn it to over a hundred wedding celebrations on our balcony. I realize now that even if one does not wear the actual dress that belonged to her mother on her wedding day, it is the presence and participation of one’s mother that completes the childhood vision of a wedding. It is a rare and lucky bride who is so blessed as to have her dress actually sewn by her wedding day hero. Elizabeth is one such girl and her gown was lovingly made from scratch by her mother. Yes, there are thousands of hand-sewn crystals stitched all over the dress. I was amazed by this feat and am so grateful I had the opportunity to see and photograph this incredible gift.