When it came time to get hitched, Katie and Scott wanted the best place, the very best atmosphere to celebrate their love and marriage. To that end, they chose Trump National Golf Club in Washington, D.C., whose unreal turfs and wide-open spaces colluded to provide a romantic setting whose charms rendered both parties red in the face.
Tears fell as the bride was escorted down the aisle to meet her future husband. They locked hands and their eyes met as they took their seats in front of the podium. They could be seen exchanging sweet nothings whilst the priest read his sermon. He paid special tribute to the military that counts Scott among its ranks, and expressed cautious hope that current and future leaders might exercise prudence when deploying men like the betrothed. The couple rose to their feet and ascended, turned to each other and exchanged vows. With the priest’s affirmation, they embraced and kissed, and with that their marriage became official.
The happy couple waltzed hand-in-hand back down the aisle and out from the church. Under a proud arch of criss-crossed Marine swords, Katie and Scott strutted their stuff, mingled with friends and strangers alike, and introduced their new marriage to the world.
The bride exchanged high-fives with her crew while the bashful groom shook hands and greeted his friends and Marine brothers. The couple reunited and strolled hand-in-hand along a long, wooden boardwalk while admiring friends and family members applauded them.
As the sun set, festivities migrated to the Trump Hotel proper, where meetings and greetings transpired and evaporated so quickly that guests might not even remember them. To that end, Talha of The Wedding Mode took special care to photograph each and every memorable moment so that Katie and Scott, their friends and relatives, and the children that they have in store will be able to look back on this wedding as the moment where it all got started.
Speeches were made. Tears were shed. In a last, long, loving embrace, Katie danced a slow dance with her father. As the drinks kept flowing, the dances kept going, and the gathered crowd enjoyed seeing themselves and their loved ones at ease. And so a bright blue afternoon on The Hill turned into a simmering night that celebrated newness and togetherness all at the same time. When the happily married couple finally escaped, it was under a joyful pelting of rice and confetti. The venue and the couple conducted themselves in a way without sanction, paying due tribute to the sanctity of holy matrimony.
The photographer, meanwhile, exhausted from her coverage of so much impassioned wedding action, retired to post the photographs you see below. Those photographs stand as a much better testament than my prose to the sort of love, empathy, and warmth that was exhibited during the course of the evening. For my word’s worth, there is no finer source for wedding photography in the Washington, D.C., area than The Wedding Mode.