There have only been a handful of weddings that I’ve eagerly arrived, if not rushed over, to photograph. This wedding was one of them. Sweet Maggie. Cool, calm, and collected. She did not attempt to control me. She did not fuss over little details. Sister was cool as a cucumber. Impeccable taste with an even more impeccable attitude. When I walked through the hotel doors it was as if I was another bridesmaid. We both squealed with excitement to see each other.Maggie even snuck out on the forbidden terrace with me. I didn’t even have to ask her. When I said I was going to find the terrace I kept seeing signs for she asked if she could join me. She left the hotel room of wedding festivities to come exploring with me. Amazing.
You see, I met Maggie and her mom about a year before her wedding. We chatted over coffee and honestly I thought they were nice people but I never expected such familial warmth to come from them. You may recognize her family from this post back in February.
I keep talking about Maggie, but Maggie would not be the same without her Blase. Those two together made the process unbelievably effortless, fun, and joyful. Totally not over-exaggerating but I was genuinely sad driving home that night knowing her wedding day was over. I wanted to replay it over and over and over and….you get the picture.
But our margarita date a few months after the whole sha-bang helped fill the empty hole in my heart…a little bit at least.