Marisa and John brought everyone to Ballyvourney — a small village deep in the Gaeltacht of West Cork, where the church is a stone's throw from the river and the language of the day still holds onto its Irish.
A close, family kind of celebration — the music starting a little early, the dancing going on a little late, and a couple who looked like they were exactly where they were meant to be.










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