It seems like the leaves have stuck around about twice as long as they usually do – I’m loving it! Campus was the perfect backdrop for Geneva & Tim’s engagement session.
A lot can change in 3 years!
15 minutes before the ceremony, making the tough call to move it inside, but from there everything was lovely. Little love stories. The cozy “grandpuppy,” Olive. Recreating a decade-old photo with the tightest group of friends. Being serenaded and charaded, courtesy of Craig Cardiff. Playing the “how well do you know their Facebook status updates” trivia game (AG & I won). Wrapping up in fleece blankets and drinking Nova Scotian wine. “Dirty Old Town.”
Another one of those sessions where the weather, light, location, and people just clicked to pure magic.
Three little birds. Party subs and frozen beer. “Merde, il pleut.” Licence plate: happy happy! Connor’s little suit… and his place of honour in the Front row. Learning about bears. Custom baseball bats being wielded around the reception. The dreaded return of the high school yearbook. “Make You Feel My Love.” Shaking our little behinds.
Several times in late September and early October I sent messages to friends saying things along the lines of being busy, needing more time, and being unsure that I’d meet self-imposed deadlines before our wedding. They all said the same thing: focus on the now, and put yourself first. Everything else can wait.
In October I was able to share Jason & Angele’s Moncton wedding (a milestone – my 50th!) and the sweet family session with Shasta, Ross, and Archie, plus shoot three portrait sessions and my final two weddings of the summer season (coming in November!), but this blog was quiet because I finally listened to good advice and took three weeks off from editing photos. I’m glad I did.
Aside from constant travel throughout the Maritimes, and celebrating Thanksgiving with my family, much of October was filled with banalities. Fighting with my printer on a daily basis; knitting furiously on every car ride and deep into the evening in an attempt to finish myriad wedding projects, including my bouquet (finally outsourced to my sister 24 hours before our ceremony); emails and meetings with vendors; giving up and getting our place professionally cleaned (Molly Maid! Call ‘em!); seemingly daily shopping expeditions; packing and ferrying boxes to our wedding venue. Amid all that we found time for fun, like a dinner party with friends, our Cape Breton photoshoot, the return of Tuesday night trivia, and wedding-eve mani-pedis.
Then our wedding day. All of of those banalities and frustrations fell away, leaving only the most emotional, wonderful day of my life. I look forward to sharing more about it with you when we have our own wedding photos!
Afterwards? Packing and ferrying boxes… But seriously. Those happy, giddy feelings have stuck around ever since. Every time I look down at my wedding ring, or look into the fridge and see leftover pie and cupcakes, or when I walked into Chapters and found a pillow with an excerpt of one of our readings on it. When I saw graffiti that said “CROTCH POO!” and thought, I’m going to show this to my husband. Even then.
Over the past month, AG and I have driven almost as far as it’s possible to go in the Maritimes: from Edmundston to the Cape Breton Highlands, with detours to Annapolis Royal and northern Maine along the way. Maybe it’s partially due to this most special time in our lives, but the sights and sounds and tastes of the season seemed especially glorious this year.
This little family might be one of the most beloved in Fredericton. It’s pretty easy to love them!
A gloriously warm fall day. Fricot and shepherd’s pie, watched over dutifully by the dog. Nieces on parade. Batman pens and underoos. Stupid pet tricks. Not getting hit by any stray golf balls! Riding in the golf cart. Making the Facebook status change at dinner. “All of Me.“