1. First attempt.
2. Second attempt (and juliazurn’s"please don’t post that" picture 😏✌🏼️)
3. Immediately after I very randomly announced to the empty chapel that “I think ‘fcuk’ is my new favorite swear word” and we had a complete giggle attack.
4. Waiting 5ever for the bubble exit between the ceremony and reception. Julia’s delicate flower skin was scorched.
Unintentionally matched alllllllll day yesterday with my person. We started the day in nearly identical black dresses with tan accessories and relaxed post-wedding in long sleeve grey shirts and black yoga pants.
Just a coupla cuties playing in the dreamy Light and waves.
I’m missing the ocean today.
I love my Polaroids a lot.
Alabama, you were good to us.
I think I’m more in love with photography and its many capabilities now than I have ever been.
Life is good.
God; You’re just unpredictable. And glorious. And some days I have trouble keeping up, but ultimately I am wholly happy and absolutely grateful for everything, every hiccup and every obstacle. Life has brought me to a very magnificent place and I wouldn’t trade this little adventure for anything.
About to go to a client meeting with -374 hours of sleep and bodies still in the Pacific timezone. So sleepy. Trying to drive a Prius during rush hour. Scary. Sleepy. So much coffees so little caffeinated. Wompwomp.
is here. there is a fire. we are drinking fireball and cider. there are baked rosemary fries in the oven. pride and prejudice is on. and i’m wrapping up this year’s wedding stuff and preparing for the next and anticipating everything the next year will bring. i’m feeling obnoxiously blessed right now.