Hooray! It’s the Wedding Day Hooray!
Put on by the Indie Craft Experience at Ambient+ Studio, Wedding Day Hooray is not your average bridal show. It’s different. (So much so that I kind of can’t even call it a bridal show, because it was lovely and fun and the furthest from overwhelming- the polar opposite of the bridal shows I attended when I was engaged a million years ago.) The whole experience is all about meeting vendors that are less run-of-the-mill catering hall and more Etsy-at-your-fingertips. Handmade. Vintage. Eco-friendly. Local. Totally unique. Which is what every bride wants her wedding day to be, whether she throws a huge party in a hotel ballroom or elopes to her family’s house in the mountains.
Everything was just so pretty. It’s really the best word to describe it. Even the food was pretty… and oh, the food. Cupcakes. Pies. Macaroons. Candy. Camera-shaped cookies. Even the King of Pops was there.
In our corner of WDH, we had the LeahAndMark photobooth… and a Baby RoX.
While I was shooting, I kept in mind a few of Raven‘s pointers from our last shoot together. I recently (and finally) added a prime lens to my collection and um, can I just say, WHY DID I WAIT SO LONG to get one? I started out with my usual go-to kit lens and then switched to prime. Then I went back to the kit for about ten seconds, then switched back to prime again. I kept my f-stop down and was so.much.happier with the focus in my photos. I got a lot of detail shots and not so many wide ones. With the few that I did take, it just looked like a picture of a big room. Now, it was a big and pretty room, mind you, but there was nothing really special about those shots I was getting. But that sweet little prime. Man. Now I totally get it.
See? More pretty abounds.
Naturally, all this wedding stuff got me thinking. My husband and I have been married for eight years this October. EIGHT YEARS! It feels like it was just yesterday.
Some days, he drives me crazy and I want to throw him out the window. Most days, he makes me laugh, oh-so-very-glad I married him. See, we married young- we were 19 when we got married. Babies. So many people swore up and down that we were idiots for getting married so young. Now. I have my bonehead moments just like everyone else. I trip over nothing. I’ve locked myself out of the house too many times to count. I have no idea how to change a tire. BUT. Marrying my husband was, without a doubt, the best decision I have ever made. Marriage isn’t easy. We’ve had rough times where I wasn’t sure what the future was going to hold for us. But somehow, my heart always leads me back to where I began: with him. I like to think that marrying him young was not only my smartest move ever, but also an incredible time-saver. I lived vicariously through my friends’ horrific dating stories and crazy exes that could rival Maury Povich. And I’ve known some couples who were a perfect mirror into what I don’t want my marriage, nor my life, to be. Oh, the tales I could tell.
But I won’t. Because I’m lucky. He really does let me hold the remote control and put me to bed when I’ve had too much to drink. In exchange, I let him hog the covers and put up with his once-in-awhile cigar habit. We are by no means perfect and absolutely have our fights and arguments. (He’s Irish, I’m Italian. It happens.) But he’s my very best friend and there’s no one I’d rather go through life’s roller coaster with than him. He just gets me in a way that no one I have ever known truly has. Whatever souls are made of, his and mine are the same.