“What made this one so good?” he asked, as I told Eric how excited I was last week to edit/share/everything that was Brittany + Seth’s wedding day.
My response—

To me, asking people what they do for work has always seemed so flimsy. (Hello, fellow INTJs!) Especially when there are more important things to get to the bottom of, like if you could go anywhere in the world where would you go? (Side note: real excited to see honeymoon snaps from St. Lucia from these two.) Ordinarily I wouldn’t ask or retell that kind of thing…

Nate is the kind of guy that makes you imagine his former schoolteachers referring to him as a “good kid” who was probably either voted most likely to succeed or most charismatic.
Meanwhile, Annie is the kind of person that was probably always wearing 16 different friendship bracelets on her wrist at any given time, so full of joy and undiscriminating warmth. Also, probably the Homecoming Queen that everyone actually liked.

“No one is going to believe that this is a real wedding,” I told her as she stood in front of the mirror, minutes before the ceremony. She laughed in response, make-up brush in hand. (Look for it in the scrolling below; it was ridiculously adorable.)

I’ve never felt so nervous to hit publish on a blog.
Not because I’m worried about the quality of the work, but rather the opposite, in a strange twist of feeling.
I connected to this wedding so well, that it also feels as if a piece of me is on display.

A wedding is never “just a wedding” to me.
Not during nor after.

It was the perfect August day in Duluth.
Reeeeally.
As a personal amusement, I decided as I arrived at the lake that morning that I was going to keep count of how many times I overheard anyone express the same sentiment.
And what I got was three.
THREE!
(And I'll admit, the last one was someone agreeing with me as I tried to coax them into marveling.)

It seemed pretty obvious to me that the Haley/Tschann shindig would go off without a hitch.

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

Can I tell you something? My jokes suck. I don't pretend to be a comedienne. I’ve only got one Laffy Taffy gem in the back pocket about dentists, and find funny-on-command to be an elusive chimera. 

But it’s important that you know that going into Damian and Ellen’s wedding day blog…

You know, it's not quite right to assume that I only like to photograph the big belly laughs that appear throughout a wedding day. (And they always do appear, which is one of the things I like best about weddings—the joy.)

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