Ever since this wedding, I've been hugging my family tighter, laughing with less reserve, drinking more wine, and allowing myself the guilty pleasure of loving vintage leather shoes and my naturally curly hair. Morgan and Luke (And Co.) transformed an old school house that was surrounded by dirt roads and wheat fields into a gorgeous venue. Calico print and handkerchief banners brightened the entryway, vibrant wildflowers covered as much surface area as they could allow, and white lanterns and bright yellow streamers swayed on the ceiling, intermixed with strands of lights.
I cried shooting this wedding. I cried while I was culling this wedding, and I'm crying right now, writing about this wedding. It was such an explosion of raw, unhindered emotion, deep family ties, unconditional love, and the greatest, most incredible group of friends one could be lucky to surround themselves with. Laughter was as constant as the hum of twilight-chirping crickets, as deep as the red hues of the sunset. Tears flowed as openly as the wine and beer (and hidden troves of something stronger), and the love. Ah, the love! The love that was shown and received all that night was enough to make everyone cast aside reserve and dance like they had something to give back.
It was the most lavish wedding I'd ever been to, the wealthiest event I've captured this season, and I walked away from it, and drove home, and still felt rich.
That's the power of love. And if you doubt me, ask this guy from the wedding named Mike about it--he'll explain it to you, using the Force as his guide.
An incredibly special thanks to my sweet sister Jamee of J. Lynn Photography for being my second shooter this weekend--she never fails to comfort me in my weakest moments, challenges me to think outside the 2x3 box I shoot in, and encourages me in my successes--just as an older sister should. <3