The last wedding of my shooting season always feels BIG. Moments feel extra weighty and I tend to wax poetic, getting it ready to deliver. And with Megan + Mike, those typical year-end feels ring true.

What they asked for was movement.
What we got was pretty moving.

How many times did I hear guests gushing over the decor, those earrings, Kori's booty in that dress? Dunno, I lost count.

Since it's Minnesota and it's winter, it seems the thing to do in this scenario is brag that this whole day went down in -30F weather. But my rule is to never fashion a blog post around the elements, because they really don't matter.

Guys, I've mentally composed 24 different versions of this blog post in the past month. Since the good stuff went down. And each time I get reeeally excited. I take notes. Make sure to include clever phrases. But every time I get to the end, I realize that it's not enough. Not that's it's not good, but that it simply fails to encompass eeeverything.
Everything I heard.
Everything we did.
Everything I witnessed, and felt, and ate. (And eat I diiiid, mini donut bar, spoiler alert.)