Early on in my work as a photographer, I found myself drawn to stories, assignments and pictures that feature the themes of faith and family, in every way those two things can be defined. I’m not just talking about faith in terms of religion, but leaps of faith, acts of courage, choosing to love and be loved. I’m a big believer that families are organic, living, breathing, ever-changing things, and there’s power in the moments when those new bonds are formed.
Carter and Greg’s wedding was everything a wedding should be. They are so in love, and their family and friends are genuinely supportive of their union in every way. The families genuinely like each other. The wedding party attendants were amazing, committed to doing whatever they could to help things run smoothly and make the reception a fabulous party. It was great.
Now, people find love, create new families and branch out their family trees in all new ways throughout their lives. It’s actually quite unique to witness a wedding where both the parents of the bride and groom are still happily married after decades together. It’s not better or worse, of course, than parents of brides and grooms who’ve made bold choices for love and happiness and remarried. Finding love, choosing it, day in and day out, takes courage, whether you’re still with the person you married thirty years ago or a person whose love has been a blessing to you later in your life. I’m not saying either way is better or right, only that I had to smile, seeing the love in the bride and groom’s parents’ marriages.
And it goes both ways, generation wise. People joke about their in-laws, and there’s no denying that those relationships can be fraught. The stakes are high. At this wedding, however, the groom was walked down the aisle not just by his mother, but his almost mother-in-law, too. The mother of the groom hugged her new daughter-in-law in the moments after the ceremony and said, simply and genuinely, “I love you.” The groom chose his dad to be his best man. That’s really saying something. In his toast, Greg’s dad said, basically, if they only got Carter as a daughter-in-law out of this deal, that would be amazing. The fact that they were uniting with her family, too, her sister, and her friends… Well, THAT, he said, (and I’m paraphrasing) is icing on the cake. That’s really saying something, too.
My point is, while this wedding had a gorgeous sunset, delicious barbecue, thoughtful DIY details hand-crafted by the couple, moving speeches, and heartfelt vows, I also really wanted to capture the subtle bonds between everyone there. I really tried to shoot pictures that captured little gestures that mean so much.
The bonds I’m talking about, the love I saw, it was in the little things. It was in the look of pride on Carter’s dad’s face when he came to see his daughter in her dress. It was the way Carter’s sister Blythe ran to find a backup “something blue,” wept with joy during the ceremony and made her sister cry during her maid of honor speech. It was the way, when the mother of the bride got choked up doing her ceremony reading, Carter reached out and held her hand. It wasn’t just the newlyweds’ big “You may kiss the bride!” kiss at the end of the ceremony, it was in the way they pulled back and beamed at each other immediately after. The couple didn’t just float down the aisle on a tide of goodwill. Carter literally bounced in the air and exclaimed, “I’m your wife! I’m your wife! I’m your wife!” as they walked back to the inn.
When the mother of the groom returned to her seat after an emotional mother/son dance, she sank into her husband’s supportive embrace. It was in the way Greg pumped his arms, victory-style, while kissing Carter as everyone clinked their wine glasses with flatware. It wasn’t just that Greg’s grandmother made it to the wedding. It was in her joyful smile as Greg showed off his wedding ring before signing the marriage license, and then when he whirled her around the dance floor. It was the attendants’ cracking each other up, tap-dancing, having Madonna dance-offs and corralling all the guests for a big lovefest/photo opp on the dance floor before I left for the night.
There was just so much love in the air last Saturday. I thank you wholeheartedly for the chance to document that. I hope these photos remind you of your love, expressed in gestures both big and small, as your family continues to grow and change over the years, for many years to come.