It was cold. Freezing cold. The South Bend kind of cold most of America never experiences. Not cool, crisp air, but instead the sharp, biting kind. The stadium lights lit up the black night sky and illuminated the navy, green, and gold uniforms. The women of Notre Dame, The Fighting Irish, were on the soccer field. Haley huddled with her teammates. Arms around each other. Cleats digging into grass and dirt. So much fog coming with each girl’s breath that it looked like the smoke from a chimney. Then, she looked up. And saw him. Shirtless. Smiling. Unashamed. Tom, her biggest fan, outwardly her number painted on his chest, inwardly writing a life-changing chapter in his heart. And it wouldn’t be the last time, either.
On their wedding day, he wrote their newest chapter. This time on paper. This time in private. And this time, instead of a soccer uniform, she wore a white dress. And instead of her number on his chest, he had a black bow tie around his neck. Clean and classic. In his hands, a letter. His vows. In hers, the same. And in a small, secluded courtyard, away from the hustle and bustle of the build-up to “I do,” away from timelines and table settings, she emerged from behind the door of the bridal suite, and they saw each other for the first time. He whispered the words he wrote. She whispered hers. And, oh, if green vines weren’t such good secret-keepers and white walls could talk, the stories they’d tell about that instant. About that moment. About these two. About the tears that trickled down her cheeks. And his. About the way he looked at her in that moment and the way she looked at him. About the emotion, love, sincerity, depth, and passion. About how time seemed to stop and didn’t want to start again. Oh, if the walls could talk and vines didn’t keep secrets, what stories (oh, what stories) they’d tell.
Haley and Tom, wow. What can we say? You two are a class act through and through, and we loved everything about every minute of our experience with you from start to finish. From our cross-country Skype calls to your engagement session in Central Park to your picture perfect coral El Chorro wedding this weekend (a color that matches the desert beautifully, by the way!), we couldn’t have asked for two kinder clients to serve. If the sweetness you show to others is even a drop of what you give each other, it’s no wonder you love each other the way you do and as much as you do. Thank you, from the bottom of our heart, for trusting us so completely with the moments the walls can’t talk about and you can’t get back. Since you’re a photographer, too, we were honored — so honored — that you chose us. It means the world. We know that you’re in Hawaii right now, so here are some of our favorite highlights for you to enjoy, but only if you promise to enjoy them with a box of chocolate-covered macadamia nuts. Those are our favorites! We love you both!
the WEDDING TEAM…
Event Designer: Stacie Shea Events
Band: The Walkens
Bride’s Dress: Essense of Australia, Angelique Bridal (NYC)
Bride’s Ring: Michael F. & Co.
Bride’s Shoes: BCBG
Bridesmaids Accessories: Bauble Bar
Bridesmaids Dresses: Here Comes the Bridesmaid
Catering: El Chorro
Ceremony Location: Brophy Chapel
Floral Design: Tansy Floral Design
Getting Ready Location: El Chorro
Groom’s Ring: Michael F. & Co.
Groomsmen Suits: The Black Tux
Groom’s Suit: Enzo Custom
Hair Stylist: Mandy Samford at Spark Studio Salon
Ice Cream Bar: Sub Zero Ice Cream
Linens: BBJ Linens
Makeup Artist: Maureen Kosovich
Photographers: Amy & Jordan Photography
Reception Location: El Chorro
Transportation: AZ Sedans
Videographer: The Story is Told
the GEAR USED for this WEDDING…