The sweetest man in Liberia. That’s what her friends had called him when they met. And dancing under the stars of Monrovia that night, his dark eyes never left hers. The years felt like days. Apparently time flies just as fast when you’re in love as when you’re having fun. She pulled her new husband closer to dance through the crowd. Surrounded by friends, family, music, and the arms of the love of her life, she couldn’t be happier! She imagined what forever would be like with this man, and was so excited to start forever. And yet their first meeting still felt like yesterday. Carolyn believed it had to be fate. What were the odds of going to Africa to work with the UN and coming back with a fiance in tow? A fiance from Tel-Aviv that that! It wasn’t easy. Yaniv had left his home behind. Her work kept her busy. It was months before they communicated again after that first night. You know what they say. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. But it wasn’t fondness that knit their hearts together. It was a belief in love crossing cultural boundaries. Their promises to honor, cherish, and protect, to be consecrated to one another, to love each other as their own souls… it spanned the differences of homelands and religions. Traditional vows were made, followed by the sound of breaking glass. And the rest is history. As Yaniv reached down to brush a curl out of her face, Carolyn beamed up at him. Those were the same dark eyes that had pierced her souls in the Monrovian night. And he was still the sweetest man in Liberia. Only difference now was, his heart belonged to her, and hers to him…and that he’s now the sweetest man in New York City, with the most beautiful wife in NYC.
Venue: HALEY MANSION AT THE INN AT MYSTIC
Photographer: ALICIA ANN PHOTOGRAPHERS
Beauty: BEAUTY ENTOURAGE LLC
Dress: KLEINFIELD BRIDAL
Florals: ROSANNA’S FLOWERS
JOP: Marie Tyler Wiley
Cake: THE CAKE LADY
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