I received an email while I was standing in the middle of chaos. I was at the Makeup Show in New York surrounded by color, music and makeup artists from all over the east coast when my phone dinged. I saw a familiar name pop up, Sarah Khan from Sarah Khan Event Design. She is one of the most talented event designers I have ever met. I scrolled to the bottom and my heart almost burst! You see, a little while back we worked with Sarah on a stunning South Asian inspired styled shoot. She created these gorgeous florals for the shoot. Images from this shoot are being featured in the next issue of Harper’s Baazar Bridal! Gah, so excited!
Our entire relationship has been riddled with wait. It has kept me quiet company, holding its single finger in the air hushing my arguments. Calmly assuring me, reminding me to hold on. I’ve learned to live with the wait. When we began dating, we started as friends. For months, we paused the idea of a relationship. -not sure if it was the right time. We finally decided to become official just as he was sent across the country with the Army. Months later, I told him I loved him.. and I waited. I waited until he was ready to catch up to me. So is our story.
We are still learning each other, our idiosyncrasies, reactions and terrible habits. I wear my heart on my sleeve, I am impatient, open and passionate. I want him to love me, how I need it and now. I want up-all-night newlywed conversations; Sunday morning pillow talk. I want to know everything about him, and him to know me. I am an open book, pages billowing in the breeze; enticing you to read just one more chapter. He is the opposite. Polar opposite. He is quiet, he digests everything. He is patient, organized and strong willed. Where I live open-heartedly, he is more reserved. Where I am a bright, small flowering perennial waiting in a garden to catch the sun on my petals, he is a cereus. Its strong, cactus like exterior petals budded up tight, waiting. It blooms only once, quickly. In its beautiful soft way, a martyr flower. Waiting, baring its beauty only to those who can nurture it with patience and a soft hand.
Night Blooming Cereus James Pitts
I have held company with the wait, I am learning even now to enjoy it. He and I have decades together. To learn each other, our loves, opinions and passions. As impatient as I am; each day is an exercise in waiting. Like the cereus plant he can’t be poked or prodded into opening up to me. He is my person, my other half. My one in 7 billion. Each day, each memory, each conversation we are learning each other more. We have the rest of our lives to discover each other. Our relationship needs time, love and patience. Like all good things, the best things are worth waiting for. I will wait for him. Always.
Honestly, it goes like this. After each wedding, the photographer emails me a gallery of images. I get to sip my coffee, with my schnauzer curled up at my feet and I "oooh" and "aaah" as I *click*sip*clip* through the whole wedding day. It is one of the better parts of my job. I love seeing the photos of the family on the dance floor, the photo of the bride's dad tearing up, the picture of that one little kid in a tux. All too cute. The details, the care, the tears and the speeches. *click*sip*clip* Seeing all of these loving, happy photos or beautiful smiling people may jade a few. For me though, it is always different. Always beautiful, each wedding unique. Each family distinct.
I will tell you, photos that show a family merging with another; no matter what size, where there is love and the couple is surrounded by family move to the top of my blog list. There I said it, -I am bias. I admit it. When I saw Erin's sweet step daughter and her new husband holding the hands of family members, the sweet look her dad gave her before the big walk, I just couldn't help it. She skipped. Not that I have a real organized way about my blogging, but when I see a supportive family and this type of love, they cut to the top.
Erin and John were married on a gorgeous June afternoon. It was warm, bright and right on the water. They were married at the Inn at Perry Cabin, one of the most stunning spaces on the Eastern Shore. She was surrounded by her family and friends, it was perfect. Just look at these details, Erin hired a very talented photographer and planner. She didn't have to worry about a single detail. She was able to glide down that grassy aisle into the arms of her almost husband without a worry. Thank you for allowing us to work with you on such an important day & for making my Tuesday mornings full of *click*sip*clip*.
JenLee & Abby