THE MORNING AFTER I DID
Guys, I did it. I shot my first solo wedding.
As most of you know, though I am very excited and chatty... I'm also a super anxious kid. Holy smokes was I nervous about this wedding. Surprisingly enough, I nailed it (according to the bride's family members and friends). Per usual, things ran late, therefore my fear of not doing a "good job" went through the roof. But before the wedding even started, I looked at myself and said that it's going to be fine. No matter what happens, I'll live and learn from what happened.
For the first time, I was experiencing what it was like taking the "lead" photographer role and everything it entails.
You've got to be organized, ready to take action, and composed all while keeping your cool when things go a little "haywire". Now let me tell you a little bit of honesty...
I AM NOTHING LIKE THAT.
Whew! Now that I've gotten that off my chest... Kelsey, if you're reading this, I truly hope I didn't act like bridezilla. If it didn't seem like I was in a bit of a, "panic," damn did those nine years of theatre arts pay off. There was a solid three times where I was truly freaking out: before the day started when I woke up at 6AM, an hour before the ceremony, and when I found out there was a G I N O R M O U S white hummer styled limousine waiting to whisk us away to the reception. (Also, when I realized I accidentally swore in front of a child while inside a church. Nice.)
But other than my first case of, "wedding jitters," what was the wedding like?!
It was magical.
It was perfect.
It was everything I've every hoped it to be.
Being nervous was nothing in comparison to how grateful I had been. I booked my first wedding with one of the most loving, silly, and incredible families I've been blessed to meet. Pete, the father, brought me to tears while shooting his first look. I wish I had the words to describe what it was like. As hard as I tried not to, I cried. I saw what a father's love looked like. It was something so raw and so real that it reminded me of why I started this all in the first place. I wanted to be there to capture those milestones because it showed proof that even for a second, everything was perfect.
The moment I called out to him, I knew it was going to be a start to an incredible beginning. Damn, was I right or what?
Maybe I'll write a Photographer's First Wedding Survival Guide. That's where I'll dish out all of the quirky stories I've experienced these past couple of weekends like almost falling into a 20 foot koi pond near the borders of Minnesota.
All in all, the Perez wedding weekend has finally come to a close but the Potter wedding is officially on deck. See you on Saturday, Lauren + Alex!