I picked up 30 rolls of film from the lab yesterday and selected one favorite image from each roll to share today. Photos spanning the past month; from rainy Maine to balmy Florida. From wide open Montana to sweet Home. Photos of: A kitty and a girl who won’t be a girl much longer. Rainy day yarn braids. Brand new parents. The sweetest baby girl in the world and newest member of our family. Beer belly twins. A boy who loves to be a prune. A dog named Riley. Vows on an evergreen lake. One graceful flower girl. Sparkly shoes. A warm embrace. Captiva pier. Folk art map. Baby blue round shades. Ceremony song sung by Dad. Really tan legs. Sprinklers and teepees. More braids. Cowboys welcome. The bunkhouse. Nicole the bride. The perfect veil. Nervous tears. Nervous giggles. Sticky Sprinkles. Best groomsman outfit ever. Lace. Wade in the water. Shadow play. The most scenic mind-blowing viewpoint.




























“I was surprised at how much I loved planning it. After my ninth birthday, I basically sat my parents down and told them NO MORE PARTIES because they made me anxious (OK Woody Allen). Since this party was going to my first in over a decade, I thought I would be nervous and stressed. Not at all. Loved it. From scrubbing the walls of our teeny Victorian studio together, hands smelling of bleach, to stinking to high heaven from no shower the day before because Erik, I, and our band of merry women were way too busy hanging lights and pictures and metal dandelion sculptures to fiddle with such foolishness as hygiene. It was all an absolute blast. I miss it and might have to take up throwing holiday parties or something as, though I never thought it possible, it seems the hostess bug has laid eggs in my brain.”


“The dress I had ordered from a designer was three months late and by the time it did arrive days before the wedding, it wasn’t even close to the design we’d discussed, making it necessary for my mother to totally redesign, recreate and resew my dress. Later I realized that getting into my dress was indeed the only real hitch in our getting hitched, and that the rest of the night was fan-fucking-tastic and that’s pretty damn fortunate. As soon as I saw Erik right before the ceremony, it didn’t matter one bit that I’d forgotten to pluck one of my eyebrows because I was too busy being pushed and pulled and sewn into my dress by my superhero of a mama who barely had time to get ready herself. It didn’t matter that I used the wrong gloss over my lip pencil, creating a grated cheese affect on my mouth during the ceremony (I promptly swallowed all the little chunks), because Erik looked fine as hell, and we were getting married. And that was awesome.”





For Erik, the groom “The most memorable moment of our day for me was when I finally got to see Shane for the first time that day, after hours of waiting, as surgical attention was being devoted to her dress: sublime”.





















From Shane “My most memorable moment was the way Erik looked at me during the entire ceremony. I’d only seen that look a handful of times before, it’s almost a sad face, sad in the happiest way as though defeated by the joy of the moment.”

















“We stuck with our gut with our planning. This was important. Why would we pay $45 a plate when our favorite Chinese joint was right down the street? Why would we buy a cake when our preferred sweet-of-choice was doughnuts?”




















“Decorating the house we’d lived in for three years for that one night was pretty epic. We put twinkle lights everywhere (I’m a whore for twinkle lights) and two tables in our tiny yard around the trumpet flower tree and that was that.”




















Wedding at the always delightful