On a wedding day, I am typically the photographer who remains with the bride through most of the celebration. From makeup, to putting the dress on, to walking down the aisle, I am the gal that sticks by her side, capturing all those last minute details.

As such, I feel like I could start some sort of series of those final, heart racing moments before she sees her groom. Back in June, I posted this photo of Lauren waiting with her father outside the church doors, and today I have this photo from Johnny and Erica’s Denver wedding this past Saturday.

There’s such beauty in this moment. Erica is quietly awaiting to be called upstairs to the church, but beneath that calm countenance is a splendid entanglement of nerves and excitement. I asked her how she was doing and she told me she couldn’t believe she was standing here, dressed in a long white gown, a gossamer veil lowered over her face. She couldn’t believe she was about to become Johnny’s wife.

Seconds later, we walked up the stairs.