Two years ago, it was our wedding day. Everything looked so vivid and saturated with color, and there was a waterfall behind him and flowers in my hair. The wind blew my veil all over the place but it didn't matter. I was so nervous and I couldn't wait to be his wife, to take his name and be forever his. Boyfriend always felt wrong, fiancé felt even weirder--but husband, husband sounded like him. It looked like him. He stared into my eyes and I felt whole. I cried during my vows. He held my hands firmly but gently, and I knew as I had always known that he was the best human being I would ever encounter and the most honest, humble, kind, and loving man I'd ever known. I wanted to speed through the ceremony, yet I wanted it to last forever. I think he understood everything I felt, and then all I wanted was to run away with him. It felt strange to me to have our vows to each other so public, to be so intimate and personal yet all could see. Our eyes were locked on each other alone and through blurry tears I tried to take mental snapshots. We found love young, and it is truly a beautiful thing. Happy anniversary, I love you always.
When I was visiting family in Texas over Christmas I was able to do a fun photo shoot with my gorgeous bff and little sis. My vision was to highlight their natural beauty in a stunning natural light setting. Shouldn't they just both be models?