I have known Andrew since he was a wild thing, running everywhere and tackling everything with his pack of middle school boys. He is full of joviality and the best kind of humor - the sort that lifts up instead of tears down. Wasn’t it just yesterday I was capturing his senior photos? Now, he has wedded the song in his heart: Katie. They met their first day at Ball State. Both music majors. My favorite moment of the wedding was when they surprised their parents with a serenade: she singing Misty by Ella Fitzgerald and he on his trumpet. What a joy to be a part of their day.
This field. These two.
They danced and laughed under ardent sun turned glowing crescent.
Full of bright hope and confidence.
I am so excited to photograph their vows come winter!
I was struck by how many photos of hands I'd captured during Chris and Hope's wedding day. Grandpa holding Bride's veil, Groom's' thumb caressing his love's jaw, Father of the Bride holding a perfect euchre "loner" hand, hands mingled in prayer, flower girl reaching up to beautiful Bride, and Mother of the Bride's hand clasped in that of her daughters.
I know Chris and Hope's deepest desire is to know and serve Christ in their marriage. Thus, my prayer for this Indiana girl and Haitian boy is Moses' words in Psalm 90:17:
"May the favor of the Lord our God rest on us;
establish the work of our hands for us—
yes, establish the work of our hands."
A also have to share a favorite moment from the day:
I, Chris, a bridesmaid, groomsmen, and two empty car seats were packed liked sardines into a little sedan heading back to the wedding site after portraits at a park. The bridesmaid asked if Chris thought he would tear up seeing Hope walk down the aisle to which Chris shared that he might get emotional thinking about his dad, who had passed away a couple years ago, not being there. A few minutes later he mentioned as we were passing a cemetery “that’s where my dad is buried." We immediately suggested a stop and Chris was able to take a special moment with his dad at his gravesite. Such a beautiful gift from God.
When Erin was a girl she walked through this bluebell wood and dreamed about some day being wed on this hill of blue. Not deterred by recent rains, we waded through knee high water to return to this significant spot for her engagement session with Will.
They lying in the bluebells reminds me of the Midsummer Night’s Dream monologue:
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine:
There sleeps Titania sometime of the night,
Lull’d in these flowers with dances and delight;
And if the high water wasn’t wild enough…I am 90% sure we spotted a bobcat on our walk out of the park!