We love stories. Every couple has one. One of our favorite parts about being wedding photographers is meeting with newly engaged couples for the first time and hearing theirs. The newness of it. The freshness of it. The excitement of it. We can’t get enough of it! But, at the end, our couples always ask, “What about you?” So, we decided to share our story, too. From the high school bleachers to the end of the aisle, here’s our story from “I noticed you” to “I do.”
Part 1: Desperate Times, Desperate Measures
Part 2: You + Me = Us
Part 3: Friday Night Lights
Part 4: The Little Black Dress
Part 5: The First Kiss
Part 6: The First “I Love You”
Part 7: Senior Prom
Part 8: Graduation Night
Part 9: Saying Goodbye
Part 10: College Days
Part 11: She Said Yes!
Part 12: Our Wedding Day
From the high school bleachers to the end of the aisle, here’s our story from “I noticed you” to “I do.”
It looked like a scene out of Mean Girls more than Grease. Girls with belly-bearing mid drifts and straight-ironed hair smacked gum and talked on flip phones. Guys with an overdose of post-P.E. body spray and over-sized Fossil watches crowded into man circles. The PDA was rampant and unashamed. (It’s still hard to think about.) Ancient hall monitors wearing monogrammed polos and fanny packs drove around in golf carts and enforced, well, nothing. And fluorescent lights overhead illuminated it all. It was high school. The Best Four Years of Your Life! Amy rounded the corner and strutted down the hallway.
With her books and a TI-89 graphing calculator in hand (you had one too!), she crossed the threshold into Freshman English. Inspirational posters cheered her on as she found her seat. Dare to dream it! Work to achieve it! She sat down and waited for the bell to ring. The chair behind her was empty. She still had time. So, like a cowgirl at a quick draw, she pulled the bright blue ballerina-stickered retainer out of her mouth and holstered it in its case. Nobody saw it. This was serious business. Her first crush was about to walk in and sit down, like he did every day, in the rickety wooden desk behind her.
Jordan didn’t know it, but Amy had her eye on him… from the beginning.
To keep reading, click here: Part 2: You + Me = Us