Austin Darby
2/6/2012
7lb 5oz
21 inches
Perfect.
Sometimes love happens early in life.
Sometimes it happens later.
Sometimes it happens with the same person, both early and late as in the case of Lanita and Keith~
They met and crushed in junior high and then reconencted again later in life only to fall madly and tenderly in love.
They had a small, desert wedding a week ago and I was fortunate to witness their love and snap a few pictures…
Enjoy:
The bride wore bronze:
Their love is playful:
Their love is gentle:
Their love is joyous:
Their love is tender:
This image on the right is my favorite from this shoot…such lovely light.
Their love is soft:
Their love is intentional:
Congrats you two! Can’t wait to see what the next season of your life holds~
Today’s Valentine’s Day…and I’ll admit, I’m a fan of the holiday. That is when things are good.
Valentine’s Day is not a holiday for lovers…it’s a holiday for people that are happy in their love; that’s not everyone. It’s not typically a day for single people or for people unhappy in their relationships (I’ve been both). It’s a day for people who remember why they said I love you to someone the first time, and a day for people to remember to say it again despite how the other 364 days have gone…and that’s what I want to write about.
The other 364.
Flowers and dinner are sweet on Valentines Day-they are damn thoughtful the rest of the year.
Lingerie and champagne are fun, but expected on Valentines Day-they are spectacularly more exciting on a normal Wednesday night.
Saying ‘I love you’ is special on Valentines Day-it’s down right healing in the days after a fight and in the midst of a humble apology.
And that’s what is important when we talk about love…what happens the other 364 days of the year. When clothes are picked off the floor and shoulders are rubbed and groceries get put away and candles are still lit. Not that we live lives of extravagant romance, but that we love extravagantly those God places on our path. That we let that extravagance roll off our hands in daily kindness and respect and helpfulness.
I’m no good at it yet…but I’ll tell you I’m more interested in learning how to lavish love in the unexpected and honest areas of my relationship and am so grateful that my husband wants to love me well on all days, not just this one.
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Remember how much time you spent trying on wedding dresses? (Unless you’re like me and you bought the first one you tried on
)
Well, it’s a shame that often times these gorgeous gowns get worn once only to then be packed away or sold.
Jami had the brilliant idea of donning her wedding dress for her third anniversary and having some sassier bridal shots taken…and I loved it.
Every second of changing out her accessories, to sipping our lattes, to posing in the desert.
It was magic to see her back in her wedding dress and is going to make a lovely gift for her husband come March…
Consider putting yours back on!!
We had fun with some of my accessories too!
I bought this feather hair piece in London in 2005 for my wedding and then didn’t end up wearing it…so fun to see it paired with a wedding dress finally!!
Later Jami wore a leather coat of my mom’s from the 70s for a different look.
Jami’s expression on the left here KILLS me…rawr.
Love how classic and clean these two are:
Even though this one doesn’t look very bridal, it’s my favorite image from the day shoot:
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Do your ‘beauties’ do all their own makeup or is that one of your special talents too??I’m just going to say it. Today sucked, like really sucked. (how’s that for a poetic entry)
It was the bottom of six weeks of loss…one sadness after another has hit my family, rippling back and forth from my immediate to extended back to my immediate. Today’s hit my heart hardest, so hard and surprising that I don’t know what else to do but write and even that I will do in fragments.
I’ve been thinking about how not much prepares us for dealing with loss…except for community. As I sat near my phone over the weekend and let myself cry sad little tears, the only real thing that brought me through to the next hour were my friends’ responses. It wasn’t my belief in God’s goodness or the faith that things would work out that’s carrying me through the sadness, it’s what’s happening in my community. My friends, at least the ones who know the sadness, are calling, texting, praying and doing it all over again because they know once is not enough. Which makes me realize how overwhelming precious it is to not walk earth alone.
We are meant for relationship, for covenant, for intimacy. We are meant for the exchanging of food and secrets and laughter and back rubs. We are meant to hear each others’ sadness so we can carry it past the point of greyness and shadow until clarity and color are rediscovered. We are meant to do this, together.
The newness of Liv’s life has also reminded me of this…because in her absolute innocence she brings an absolute hopefulness.
She is unaware of my sadness and yet is actively touching it because we’re in relationship together. This goodness is inevitably healing.
Meanwhile, thanks to those of you who have been in my knowing, those of you who walk with me.
Tolkein wrote, “All that is sad is coming untrue.” You make me believe it.
So does she:
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