I remember my days of being a bride, they weren't that long ago. Six years to be exact. I felt like the luckiest girl in the world with a new, sparkly, just-for-me engagement ring. We looked at a handful of venues. One of which was too far, another venue didn't have a great backup plan in case of bad weather, and another was just not our style. When we found and booked our venue, I had that feeling again- that I was the luckiest girl in the world. I tried on countless dresses, scoured every website for the cutest but most comfortable heels, and my mind had a never-ending to do list that just kept getting longer by the day- and the gym- when would I get there? I wanted to make sure everything we choose for our day was the right decision. I wanted to please our parents, our bridal party, our guests, and I wanted to make sure we had an unforgettable wedding. Would we splurge on the chair covers? What about a veil? Cathedral or fingertip length? I cried every time I heard potential daddy-daughter songs come on the radio, and wondered if we would ever pick out our own first dance song as husband and wife. So many choices.
Our wedding day came and went at lightning speed, as weddings always do and it was perfect. I remember finally being able to get into the gorgeous gown that I only had tried on three times, I remember feeling like the luckiest girl in the world as I tapped on my husband's shoulder during our First Look. Did things go perfectly? Mostly. But of course, some things didn't happen as planned, but it was okay- I wouldn't change any of it. As we exchanged vows on the beach, a man wearing a Speedo was directly in my line of vision, and I couldn't help but giggle. It was July, and I made the groomsmen wear suits. I'm sure they will forever remember me for that! These are all little details that will forever stay with me.
On the way home from our wedding weekend, I cried. Yup. I was so elated from the experience, I didn't want it to end. I knew that I had just had one of the very best days of my life. So I get it, bride. You want to make all of the right decisions. You want it to be perfect... and it should be! It should be unforgettable and everything you ever wanted. The love you share with your fiancé', is not typical. It's a special bond that only the two of you know in your hearts. It should be documented perfectly, by someone you trust. Someone who is more of a friend than a random vendor who hardly knows your fiancé's name. I love building relationships with my brides and sharing their excitement as their vision comes together. I love when I call a bride a week before her wedding and she is absolutely giddy that her day is finally here. I love walking into the bridal suite on the big day and seeing my bride turned friend, feeling like the luckiest girl in the world. It's an amazing experience to capture an entire wedding day from the first mimosa in the makeup chair, to the last dance of the evening as husband and wife. It truly is an honor to be a part of each and every wedding I’ve photographed and I hope you’ll consider me as you search for the perfect fit with a wedding photographer. It’s a huge decision, I know, I’ve felt the weight as a bride, but I knew that after the best day ever is over, only the photographs will remain.
Five facts about me
- I notice everything. I'm extremely concerned with details. Lacy frills, the orange wildflowers blooms near the church, the antique broach pinned to a bouquet of peonies- I see it all.
- I love being a momma to my two cuties. It's reignited my passion to capture all of the precious moments life has to offer.
- I eat too many sweets. I have a secret stash of chocolate in my camera bag (usually peanut M&Ms). Seriously. My brides know this and TOTALLY spoil me!
- My husband has been my biggest inspiration. We can talk for hours about our dreams for the future and most importantly, how we believe in each other.
- I love home decor. I'm always scouring stores for the perfect chair, pillow, curtain- you name it. Our current project, a kitchen update and a bathroom rennovation.