Wouldn't Have Had it Any Other Way

Six years! I know time flies right? I can still remember shaking and crying and taking a deep breathe followed by long walk down the aisle arm and arm with my mom and dad. There he was and how I love more and more each day. Okay, okay, I just heard someone vomit.

This day was more than just an anniversary for me. June 6th, 2010 was the day I got to share with Sean and Jeanine, their beautiful wedding. They chose me to be their photographer! Not only did I shoot the wedding, I photographed her bridal shower and rehearsal. Over those three days I got to become very close with both families and their friends. I was there for the memory sharing, the laughter, and the very personal moments. I couldn't help but fall in love with the story of how the two met and how they know everything about each other and all they wanted to do was get married. They didn't care about the flowers, the center pieces, the color scheme, or the wedding cake. All they cared about was each other; the two becoming one.   I watched as her sister cried happy tears, so proud of her big sis for taking this next step in her journey through life. I watched as her little cousin looked dreamy eyed at this beautiful bride in her white dress, imagining her wedding one day. I watched as the couple stood hand in hand awaiting their kiss as husband and wife and I watched as her dad let go of his little girl, stepping aside with tears in eyes. I watched this beautiful ritual unfold all threw my lens. I hear a lot that people don't like to take pictures during events like these because they fear they is to much. I have to say that I disagree. Threw my lens I get a close up view, a focused look at honesty. I am the one who gets to capture such personal and intimate moments that others seem to miss.

Although I was having a wonderful time capturing these candid moments, I couldn't wait to get home to spend the rest of the night with my husband....but I am not quite there yet so hold your horses.

What a fun reception! Music, dancing, eating, clanking glasses, and smiles everywhere. My time was almost finished and I had a few more moments to take pictures. Boy was I glad I stayed for this...no more like life works in mysterious ways. Do you ever think that everything happens for a reason or whatever just happened was meant to be? So true! So here I am shooting a wedding on my wedding anniversary when what to my wondering eyes should appear? A father giving a speech to his daughter, but it's what he said. He spoke of memory that involved Joe Cocker, You are so Beautiful, and this song being "their"song. No, I was not crying because the bride was an emotional wreck at this point, I was crying because that is the same song that my father sang to me since I was a little girl and we danced to at my wedding. But it doesn't end there. I spill more tears when the bride and groom have their dance to the same song that Brad and I shared as our first dance and all on my anniversary! I mean come on! I was meant to be the photographer for this occasion. I had 3 days to remind myself of how much i love my husband and how it is as pure as our wedding day and I found myself in tears remembering my wedding day because of some songs that have more meaning to me than words can describe.

If you are reading this Jeanine, I can't thank you enough for trusting me with your once in a lifetime day on my anniversary. I wouldn't have had it any other way.

To make a long story longer....I made it home in time to find a candle lit snack waiting for me. Icing on the cake. I managed to shower and put on my best all with a five minute nap to re-charge. We dined at the Eiffel tower with a front row view of the Bellagio fountains. I couldn't get over it. You don't understand, Brad and I usually are accident prone on our anniversary. Lost reservations, tables next to unruly children, bad service, yadda yadda you name it. Dinner was a success. After that we ended the night (well it ends here for you anyway) with La Reve. What a wonderful show! I am so lucky to have such an amazing husband and even more lucky that he such a great father. And as I sit here and discuss his amazingness....I think it was meant to be as I remember today is Father's Day. Just meant to be that's all.

Of course I wouldn't end without pictures!

Happily Ever After...The End

Lost and Found

Long time no see bloggers! I know tisk tisk, I have been MIA for a quite some time now. But I have so much to tell you. Last time I blogged I shared that I was exploring my passion for photography. I have decided to fully commit! LOST: It didn't come easy though. I have been struggling so much with my confidence. I can't tell you how many times I nock myself down with the questions I ask myself. Am I good? Do I have an eye? Will people like my pictures? Can I really make this work? FOUND: I finally had to slap myself around a little to make myself realize that it doesn't matter. I love doing it, I love my pictures, I work hard to learn new things, and I need to trust that when someone says they like my photos, they mean it. Anyway, I have been having a blast shooting babies, bellies, families, weddings, etc. You name it I will do it!

Aside from making others smile over their beautiful memories, I have been crying over some ones I was expecting. LOST: 10 weeks ago I learned that I was expecting baby number 2! I can't begin to tell you how happy we were. It was the perfect time, the perfect age difference between my first, and I just knew it would be a boy. I guess it was all too perfect. There's no such thing as perfect; I should have told , myself that. 8 weeks ago I had my first Dr. app. and we didn't see anything in the sack. The Dr. told me that I might not be as far along as I think. "Okay, see ya next week then to see our babies heart beat!" People already know, Mayley is wearing a big sis shirt and I am contemplating ways to announce it on facebook. What the heck was I thinking? Nothing is perfect remember?! 7 weeks ago I was sent to the ultra sound specialist where again they saw nothing and told me to come back in a week. "I'm sure this happens a lot, women thinking they are farther along than they are. Besides, there is a little yolk, next will be my big moment!" I keep having to explain to everyone what is happening. 6 weeks ago I went back to the specialist...nothing. I didn't hear a word the Dr. was saying after that. Blighted ovum something....1 out 6.....options....All I can do is cry and feel like I just lost a little miracle that was supposed to be in my arms 7 months from now. I was 8 weeks along growing an empty sac. That is exactly how I felt, empty. From there I had to walk to walk of pity out of office. Tears, sobbing, mascara running, in front of a room full of pregnant women. They all knew and I could see that were feeling very lucky to be bounty full with baby inside. FOUND: 2 weeks ago grieving subsided, nature took its course, and I am healing. My husband has been there right by my side assuring me that things will be fine. He is so strong and I am lucky to be able to feed off of that. He is right when he tells me to look at our beautiful healthy daughter and feel blessed that we were lucky enough to have had 1 miracle already. If we are meant to have another we will. My family is my world and without them I am lost...thank god I am found.