I could tell they were excited when they walked in. We sat and talked and I learned as much as humanly possible about Joel and Kathleen in 15 minutes- because that’s all we had before best light of the morning would be at its peak. We drove out of town to a big field with no end. Joel and Kathleen whispered and cuddled, kissed and danced. I loved them and their love. They were awesome right out of the gate. There were no warm up pictures- the first frame was a keeper (see first frame of this blogpost, kept).
Joel used that word too- keeper. He softened and smiled more when I asked him about Kathleen. She’d blush and turn away a little and his eyes would follow her and stick to her as though he had trouble taking them away from some deeper beauty that was reserved just for him, that she shone from her heart- just for him.
When I talked with Kathleen about Joel, she melted. She’d look at him from the corner of her eye, giggle, wrap her fingers tighter in his. She was radiant and confident and on top of the world when her thoughts and words and love were directed at him.
And all this is really nice and great for them. Awesome! But it’s extra nice for me. Because I get excited to shoot their wedding. I get excited to spend the most important day of their lives with them- snapping pictures of all of these things- all these feelings, and looks, and love, except times a million. Win. My job is awesome.