So many questions spun in my mind—
Why me?
Why, among so many voices and eyes,
would you choose mine to hold
your most sacred day?

Doubt whispered its reasons:
lack of experience,
fear of missing the moment,
wondering if I was truly ready.

I almost turned away,
almost let fear win.

But you believed.
That quiet faith became a soft light—
easing the storm inside me,
guiding me through the unknown.

In the stillness between nerves and heartbeats,
I found courage I didn’t know I had.

And what I witnessed—
the laughter, the tears, the raw beauty—
left me utterly speechless.

I achieved more than I set out to—
not just images frozen in time,
but stories held gently,
with respect, wonder, and heart.

This journey taught me that doubt is not weakness—
it’s the pulse beneath the calm,
the sign of caring so deeply,
it’s almost too much to hold.

And stepping forward anyway—
that is true courage.

So never doubt yourself,
especially when you’re just starting out—
because every story begins somewhere.