I’m pretty sure I already knew what I wanted while we were aimlessly driving around Cecil Township, but, I tried not to show it. Mike thought these photographer meetings were about “surveying our options” and “seeing who best fit our ‘couple style’ “ (Alright, you caught me, Mike never said, “Couple Style” but, you get the point!). But when you know, you know right?
And I know. Did it have something to do with the fact that her office is painted bright green and there were decorative pillows on the plastic chairs? Yes. Did it have something to do with the fact that I’ve been mooning over her blog since its beginnings? You bet. Was Mike’s decision swayed by her and her husband’s affinity for one of our favorite shows, Tosh.0? Duh.
But, really, the biggest factor was how much she seemed to understand our couple dynamic. She didn’t say it was weird that we were “Photographer Shopping” sans a diamond promise, nor did she get offended when Mike’s main question was “Do you have a bathroom?” (sooooo embarrassing). When she walked us through her typical wedding day, I could picture ours exactly, despite only having bits and pieces of it solidified. I could see our colors, our people and us, and I knew that I wanted them captured by her. There was just something that was right. That “something” plus the overwhelming talent that shines through in her photography, and, well, there you have it.
Disappointingly, though, I’m 100% sure I sounded like a babbling idiot more than twice yesterday. This assumption is backed up by the fact that I’ve been crafting the “Please please please be our photographer” e-mail for most of my morning. And I will probably send it to someone to proofread, to make sure it doesn’t sound like a love letter and I don’t come off like a giant creep. Does/did anyone else react this way to things? I fear I might be touched.
Next Mission- Deciding which vice in my life I’m giving up so I can label all my pennies: “FTW” (For the Wedding). Expect a lot of “D-I-Y” and “Budget Bride” posts.
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