Tuesday, February 19, 2008
love is no assignment for chickens
“When did all this start?” my roommate questioned me after our third night of WE Go Bridal marathons.
“I don’t know exactly,” I answered truthfully and began to scratch my brain. "My wedding fixation just happened."
“I bet it was when you met C.,” she said.
Hmmm, I thought.
"Yes," I buzzed. "You're right."
Actually, a year into my relationship with C., I had my first wedding thought. That's when I became determined to capture other people’s special day on my new NIKON. I was 100 percent certain I was meant to be a wedding photographer. It just hit me one day.
But there was one problemo. I didn't know squat about the business. That's when I became an assistant photog.
I was working one wedding in particular, when my dream changed. During the first dance, the couple had skipped the choreographed crap and forgot the 150 guest surrounding them. Lost in the moment, they sang the lyrics to their favorite love song to each other. Behind my lens, I felt wetness on my cheeks.
It wasn’t hard to imagine C. holding me, singing to me like that. It just clicked. I was ready for him, I was ready to make our moment.
From then on, I found myself planning my own first dance with C.
Wanting to be married isn't the disease that Chrissie makes it out to be. Not when you stop doubting that your life as a single, care-free chick could never compare to your future as the wife of a man who is so gentle, handsome and wholesome, and role as mother hen.
There isn’t a vaccine for what I have and I would never want one if there was.
Posted by sarah at 1:49 PM