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

The basketball gym was packed with 660 green graduation gowns, 660 hats, and 660 gold tassels just waiting to be pushed to the other side, as if to scream, I made it! The noise in the gym got louder and louder with anxious voices. The seniors were ready for their big moment. As the football bleachers filled to capacity and the Arizona sun sank behind the onlooking mountains, “The Graduation March” played its first notes, and the field was flooded with a sea of green-caped and green-capped adventurers ready to take on the world.

I know you will agree that the view is much better from up here anyway

Once everyone had been seated, the first speakers began to bore the audience – and the beach balls began to fly. Watching the administrative staff chase those down was the highlight of the night for most people. Amy and Jordan laughed and looked on, but were separated, because he was on stage nervously clutching his graduation speech that was organized neatly inside a small, three-ring binder. He always wanted to be President of the United States (and was voted “Most Likely to Be President Some Day”), but he settled for Senior Class President at 18, and was allowed to speak from the podium for two minutes. Finally, his name was called over the loud speaker. The principal gestured to the podium and stepped aside. Jordan stepped up. He looked out, from left to right, screening the entire scene, taking it all in. He looked down in front of him
and panned the 621 sets of eyes that peered back at him. (It would’ve been 660 sets of eyes, but 26 were watching the beach balls and 13 were fast asleep). This was the moment he spent hours writing for. The moment he spent hours in the bathroom mirror rehearsing for. The moment he absolutely couldn’t wait for. He set his speech on the wooden podium, opened it, and ran his shaking fingers across the pages. He adjusted the microphone to his height, breathed deeply, cleared his throat, and began, “My fellow seniors…” As he spoke, Amy’s body tensed. She’d listened to him practice a hundred times. At home. At school. In the car. But this time, she actually heard him for the first time, and through tears, she looked up at Jordan and saw her future. Even though he couldn’t see her, he could feel her presence and support.

And on that stage, in that moment, at that place in time, the overflow of his heart came out upon his tongue, he told everyone how much he loved her, and he’s never looked back:

And I hope you have been as lucky as I have to take away not only the memories of high school, but something even closer to your heart, something more personal that you will always have to keep, no matter how quickly other memories fade. For you it could be anything, but for me it is a special person who with her friendship has taken me from here to the clouds and with her love from the clouds to the stars, and even though we are all graduating tonight and will be leaving much behind, I know you will agree that the view is much better from up here anyway.

To keep reading, click here: Part 9: Saying Goodbye