There was something about this wedding. There was a river, or a well. It ran deep, and constantly revealed itself through the surface. It was enormous joy, love, rememberance, and truly awe inspiring to be immersed in. I mean, look at Katies face – and Patricks that moment he first sees her. Their love is an incredible revelation. To meet them both and see how they are together, I can’t imagine there was ever a moment that they didn’t love each other. This was one of those meant-to-be days. And I am truly grateful for the amazing in love people who ask me to take pictures.
Monthly Archives: December 2010
That’s right. I live in a winter wonderland now.
Being a California native, when I decided to move to New York City, I thought my life would be full of snowflakes and seasonal wonder. To actually see the seasons change was a thrilling notion to me. But the thing about New York City, is that most of what you see is glass and concrete. Oh, and parks. There are lots of beautiful parks in the city, all man made but still not bad. It was still a far cry from the pleasantly short winters of my youth – if you could call 2 weeks of rain and a chilly breeze on a sunny day winter, that is.
And so here we are, in our new home. It snows almost every day. I look out the window, and there are huge collections of icicles hanging down – a far, far cry from those sliver stringy things I used to adorn our Christmas tree with. The icicles that grow over our windows could possibly impale you, if you might be unfortunate enough to be standing below them when they fall. We even had to buy special boots, as we were entirely unprepared for winter like it is in the story books. And though most days it’s below 25 degrees, the world takes my breath away every time i drive past our street. In autumn, the leaves on the trees were truly luminescent. In winter, what bleakness may be found in the barren landscape is wrapped in a pillowy down of fresh snow – all of it white (not yellow, brown or black like in the city ). And to get a Christmas tree?? You drive to the farm, you grab a saw, and you get to work. And to do so with a Husbone in tow, as the sun is sinking into an early bed at 3:45 (yikes!), is pretty spectacular, and something I experienced for the first time today.
At this moment, 5 years ago, I was sitting in a small room with brick walls and a mirror, happily eating pizza and feeling at peace. It was the day I would marry my huz. At the time, his nickname was Leslie, and mine, Cleophus. Our wedding day was approached with haste, because we knew it so deep in our hearts that we didn’t want to waste a moment not being married.
Husbone is the name I call the man who makes me laugh the most and the hardest. He is my world, and if the rest all fell away, I might not notice while giggling in his arms. We fight the hardest, laugh the loudest, and I had no idea how much our love would expand in these five years that we’ve been married. If the plane were crashing, I’d have no fear if he were by my side. I know many of you have probably seen this video before, but I think it’s a nice little diddy of our love, and since it’s winter, and seems to be snowing like crazy, I couldn’t think of anything more appropriate. Isn’t the point of all this documentation to look back?
Huz, I look forward to many more years of being crazy with you.
It rained, and it was one of the coldest days that pass over the Carolinas. But this wedding was so warm and cozy with love and laughter. This wedding, is why I love winter weddings. What better way to get through the season than to marry the one you love under the chilly cloak of winter in a barn in North Carolina. Winter marks the end of the year, even as it passes over to the new one. It’s a time when everyone is inside, and a time to take comfort in the ones you love, so you can snuggle.
Jenny and Devin are some of my favorites. Their love is so genuine, warm, and accepting. Jenny walked down the aisle by herself, and when she reached the man she loved at the altar, it was like you could feel a family being bonded together, in the warm glowy light of lanterns above. And fittingly, the celebration was well done on the dance floor. It’s such a joy to see people who are thankful for each other, and that makes me thankful. Yay!