The mendhi was on.

The band made its way.

At the gurdwara.

The first dance.

Sanj and me.

The mendhi was on.

The band made its way.

At the gurdwara.

The first dance.

Sanj and me.

A glorious morning, and Sanj was looking relaxed.

It all seemed to be going fine.

But by the end.

The evening before. First view of Rosie.
