An October Wedding in San Francisco
October is the best month in San Francisco, but what made this day unforgettable was not just the light or the perfect 70 degree weather. It was them.
They are the kind of couple that moves through the world side by side, steady and playful, completely at ease with each other. It made sense that they started their wedding day riding the F Line, tucked next to one another, smiling like they were in on a secret. No big production. Just two people on their way to get married in the city where they fell in love.
At San Francisco City Hall, they stood surrounded by their closest people and said their vows without rushing a single word. There was laughter, a few quiet tears, and that grounded kind of joy that does not need to be loud to be felt. After the ceremony, we had a full hour inside City Hall, which is rare and surreal. Instead of filling it with constant direction, we let them simply exist together. They wandered the halls hand in hand, paused on the stairs, leaned into each other like they had all the time in the world.
Once they were officially married, the energy shifted in the best way. We climbed into a vintage Mustang and drove with no strict plan, just following their instincts and the light. They danced at the Golden Gate Bridge overlook, laughed their way through Chinatown, and stole quiet moments with the Bay Bridge stretched out behind them. Seeing both bridges in one day felt symbolic, like the city was holding space for them from every angle.
What I will remember most is how they looked at each other in between stops. How naturally they reached for one another. How the day felt less like an event and more like an honest reflection of who they already are together.
