Becky and Spenser were wed on a lovely, hot day in July.
So, uh, clearly my whole "I'm going to keep up on my blogging" is not working out.
I wanted to share their day with you anyways.
These are my kinda people. And not just the-bride-will-soon-be-my-cousin-in-law kind of people, but really my kind of people. They are down-to-earth and they are funny and they are so, so kind. Becky and Spenser and the entire Lydiatt family welcomed me with open arms, even before they knew they'd be stuck with me forever. They always made me feel loved and included. Like I was already part of the family.
I remember Thanksgiving two or three years ago was the first time I met Spenser. I felt a kind of kinship with him--we were the two at the Thanksgiving celebration that were loved and included but we weren't quite family yet (It's entirely possible that Spenser is reading this right now and thinks I'm nuts and that I read way too far into things, but that's for another blog). Neither of us were engaged yet, but I remember riding home with Max that evening and saying, "Man, I really hope they stay together. I really like that guy."
We were so excited when they got engaged and I was so honored to photograph their wedding. It was a beautiful, perfectly imperfect day. It was hot and there were a few forgettable hiccups during the day and I probably did about 20,000 steps, but it was perfect.
And darling I will be loving you 'til we're 70
And baby my heart could still fall as hard at 23
And I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways
Maybe just the touch of a hand
Oh me I fall in love with you every single day