I am a keeper of memories, a wanderlust heart, inspired and revived by romance. My soul longs for it and my heart is awakened by it. My husband insists on dating me and I insist on taking photos with him on each date so we won’t forget anything.
I imagine us growing old together, still laughing as we pull out the jar where we’ve kept messages to our older selves. We’ll relive the memories through that jar, and laugh together still. We will snuggle on the couch, flip through albums and tell stories of our lives back to each other. This is how our memories will refresh our love.
Romance colors so much of my life and my story, from being 10 years old sitting with my parents wedding album across my lap as I touched the delicate images of my parents when they began their love story. I was never satisfied with the details on those pages and I am still not. Maybe that hunger for romance is why my guilty pleasure is the bachelor, and why long walks on the beach feel like home to me. In the imperfect moments of life, romance lingers in them.
This is what images do in my heart. They retell the stories of love and history and bring the next generation back to feel the feelings of the ones who dance along the album pages. Memories are moments that we can share with people we haven’t met yet… The next generation of souls who were birthed from the love stories of our wedding albums.
He's the love of my life and completes me in ways I never knew were missing.
Really anything. Sparkly shoes, yes please! Sparkly toaster, I'll take it!
This is home to me.
my sweet kittens
Kupo & Sam. I'd tell you which one is which, but you probably can't tell the difference anyway.
I want to see everything.
Hockey is life. And the only sport that matters.
My parents have an album from their wedding that I was obsessed with as a child. It has about 60 photos in it, covering their day from start to finish. But simply because of what wedding photography was in the 70’s, I was left wanting more. There are only a few quick glimpses into how my parents actually felt about each other on their wedding day. And it was never enough for me.
I wanted to see more than stiff photos of them looking uncomfortably at the camera. I wanted to know how they felt. Were they nervous before the ceremony? Did my dad cry when he saw my mom walking down the aisle? Which one of my uncles gave a funny toast during the reception? I wanted to be a part of every moment of the day that is the reason I exist.
I’ll never have that. I'll never be able to see the joy I know they felt when they got married. And it’s no one’s fault, just a product of what wedding photography was in the 1970’s. But it makes me sad, and my parents only remember so many details. After all, it’s just one day in a lifetime, and it goes by in the blink of an eye.
I want to give you what I never had. I want you to be able to relive every moment of your wedding day when you look back through your photos. I want your kids to know how much you loved each and know exactly how you felt because they can see it right in front of them.
I want to give you, your children, and your grandchildren memories that will last throughout generations.