I didn’t always want to be a wedding photographer.
I knew pretty early I wanted to be a photographer, but I dreamed of traveling the world and being a National Geographic photographer. I finally watched a documentary about Nat Geo photographers. After seeing the cloud of mosquitoes surrounding the crew and them describing how there were so many, they would get into the camera and jam the shutter. He also explained how he had had malaria several times. I thought, “Nah, I’m good!”
And I always considered myself an outdoorsy type girl, not a cloud of mosquitos outdoorsy, though.
Finding my purpose took experiencing my own wedding.
I loved my wedding photographer. At the time, I was working at a big box portrait studio, and I was thinking about trying to shoot weddings full time. I had stalked her site for months before reaching out to her to book her. I booked Carrie without talking to her except exchanging a few emails. She ended up being my husband’s high school science teacher, who found her own path to photography.
My wedding was also the last time I saw my grandpa. My wedding was a little over a month before he had life-changing surgery on his stomach due to stomach cancer. He died 6 months later, and at the time, I was living in Arizona. The last picture is the one below. I was trying to respect his energy as he was on Chemo at the time and didn’t want to make him stand for pictures in 95-degree heat in October. [Midwest weddings in October – Could be blazing. It could be freezing] I should have made him turn to the photographer for a picture. I believed I would see him again, and this moment wasn’t as important as it ended up being.
This picture reminded me that life’s moments are precious and fleeting, and those simple moments are the sweetest memories, and I have the privilege and responsibility to capture those moments.
My husband and my boys are my life, and life is not perfect, but I wouldn’t trade it for the world. I met my husband in English class in our 1st semester of college. Our relationship blossomed in Art School. We knew we were meant for each other, but it took 8 years of dating before he popped the question.
It’s not a fairytale scenario because I foiled every attempt at him asking me. He finally asked me on my futon in my apartment in Hollywood, CA. The night included driving by the Griffith Observatory, going through the Hollywood hills overlooking LA, but I was grumpy, and it was a work night, and I was ready to go to bed. He proposed with costume jewelry, and when he proposed with my actual ring, it was a surprise at the Las Vegas Airport baggage claim. [I was there for a girls’ weekend with my bestie.]
This year is our 10th anniversary, and maybe [if he reads this snippet] the third time is a charm, and we can do a vow renewal. **Wink, Wink!!**
My boys are the other loves of my life, and I’m a perfectly imperfect mom. I let them eat junk food for breakfast, occasionally jump on the couch, and let them twist my arm into staying up later. They are bright, exuberant loving boys who melt my heart. I’m warming up to the fact that my oldest is now embarrassed by me, and it’s so much fun.