Are you thinking what I’m thinking?
That this is the happiest lookin’ couple you ever did see?
(And if you’re not, you will be by the time you’re done scrolling.)

What’s their secret, do you suppose?

I just went and counted so you don’t have to—
A whopping 24 hugs are contained within this blog post of Tristan + Courtney’s wedding day.
And if that doesn’t give you a good indication about the kind of sweetness herein, I dunno what will.

I’ve found myself with the words this has got to be one of the most beautiful weddings ever several times on my lips since August. And ooooh, my. Just you wait till you start to scroll!

But.

I do want you to know

They said it wasn’t about the details, but the people.
They said it wasn’t about the formals, but the candids.
And I knew this was gonna be my kind of wedding.

They’re kind of like the Kennedys.
But with less drama.

Except…

Wanna know a little something about these epic wedding blogs?
I don’t plan what I’m going to write about in advance. Most of the time it’s an organic reflection of the things I’ve been thinking about while I’ve been compiling it, special little details I noticed about the couple or their day, or notes of gratitude that tend to reach far and wide in their subject.

Amanda and Johnny though, they’re stopping me in my tracks. And it’s not for want of any of these things, but a grand excess that’s making my heart swell. Although it makes sense, as A+J aren’t like any other. Maybe we just go on down the line?

Here’s the thing that struck about Mathias + Michelle as we were gathered round a table of beverages, weeks before the big day:

What. A. Way. To kick off my 2019 season, showing a wedding that I connected with on so many levels—
A day for Mallory and Thomas.
A day full of quirk and sentimentality: my most favorite combination.

I’ve kind of loved everything about meeting + connecting + photographing Carrie and Mitch.

For starters, our mutual friend…

It’s always so funny to me when wedding guests strike up conversation during dinner, asking whether I’m friends of the couple or if I’m a hired vendor. Because we may have started out as strangers, but throughout the emails, the engagement shooting, and the pre-wedding meeting, I can’t rightly say that Ben and Britt aren’t my friends. (Anyway, we shook on it at the end of the night. It’s for real, for real now.)

Lemme tell ya, guys: there’s just no wrong way to have a wedding. (As if Lindsay + Michael’s day coulda been anything but wholly wonderful.)

If you’re not already crying from a sweetness overload 30 minutes into your arrival on a wedding day, what’re you doin, pals.
And if you’re not covered in sweat and champagne by the end of it, did a wedding even really happen.