This is what 10 years of loving looks like.
As in two digits worth of time.
As in a decade.

You thought Minnesota nice was a thing? Sure, I suppose. But after this bash in the Evergreen State, I'm gonna say that Washington nice is the new step up. 

When you try to imagine the most perfect one year engagement session, is there a puppy involved?

Ever wonder what it might look like if I got married?
You can start here with Holly and Anton's vow renewal.

You know how you’ve been asked which of the 5 senses you’d have to give up if you had to pick? And how you waffle between taste and smell, but sight is usually the last to ever be considered? There’s a reason why, and I can’t help but think that THIS post demonstrates things beautifully. (And also how damn important documenting these days are.)

If you're looking for bright pops of color, happy people, and twinkly lights, you've come to the right place.

You know this is a good one, guys.
You remember the preview I posted of Kiana and Chase on the boat.
And you've been wondering when I'd get to blogging this incredible evening out on the Wisconsin lakes.

I'm always amazed when I arrive with my black rolley bag on a wedding day.
Without fail, I'm taken aback by the ability of my brides and grooms to bring to life a vision they've been nurturing for months—years even. 

I hope you're not sick of Rachel and Dalton yet.
(I know, how could you be?)

Two and half weeks. Forty-nine hours in the car. Sixteen hundred miles. Thousands of photos, & me and my dashing gent.

I'm happy about a lot of things as I post this afternoon.

In high school, people used to say that Theresa and I looked alike.
While it's been over a decade since the "gimme an h, what does that spell" days, I could only hope for the same compliment when I'm pregnant.