I'm a wedding and portrait photographer living in Vancouver, BC with my husband Randy. I photographed my first wedding when I was only 17 years old - and I've photographed over 200 weddings since! I am an avid bookworm, lover of green tea, pretty nail polish & my Labradoodle Harley. Thanks for visiting!
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Our Love Story
I am blogging today from the “Queen of Coquitlam” boat (Hashtag BCFerries) en route to Nanaimo to pick up my husband in Qualicum where he’s been working all week, and drive north Island to Courtenay. In the midst of three very busy work weeks for my hard-working man we were thrilled when his crew finished their Island job Wednesday evening. The rest of the men are headed back to the Mainland to work, but he was able to stay behind. I cleared my Thursday/Friday schedule as best as I could (the original plan was to ferry over Friday afternoon!) and here I am, on the 12:50pm boat to see him a day earlier. This is good news. A three and a half day weekend together visiting his mom and friends in his small hometown I love so much.
It feels both completely crazy and completely ordinary that one year ago, I had been on about two dates with my husband Randy. The year went by in the best kind of blur. Our engagement included. I remember two weeks before our wedding day. I didn’t have any work projects on the go and my wedding planning was finished. (Type A Bride, I know, I know.) I didn’t know what to do with myself? I watched TV in the middle of the day. Read two books in a week. Made it to the gym enough to feel good about myself. ;) I wasn’t in a rush for the wedding day to come. I promised myself I wouldn’t be that bride. The one who’s halfway through the engagement thinking, “Let’s just get it done already. I want to be married.” No, I did my best to be very intentional. Everything has a season and this is a good season. (A Good/emotional/stressful/overwhelming/everything-in-my-life-is-changing/moving-out-for-the-first-time/living-with-a-man season.)
I don’t have enough fingers and toes to count the amount of times I was asked over the course of our engagement, “Are you going to shoot your own wedding with the self-timer?” and “What wedding photographer does ‘the wedding photographer’ choose?!”
I’m getting married in nine days. We finished off the majority of our wedding planning about two weeks ago, so I’ve just been pitter-pattering at a few tasks left (maybe a couple hours a day of errands and the like?) but the “bulk” of it feels done. Some of my things are moved into Randy’s place already (all my books! I have so many beautiful books! – moving those were fun) but most of my life is still here, at my parent’s house. I’m not single, I’m not married, I don’t have all my things here, I don’t have all my things there. I’m not quite sure what to do with myself at the moment – it’s been an odd last week with all of these emotions – but above all, peaceful.