Bre and Renz are two only-child humans that found love at 24 Hour Fitness. A true testament that love can find you anywhere. So join a gym. Do your squats. Fast forward to their wedding day 4 years later. This might have been the first wedding I’ve shot, where I felt less of a photographer, and more of a bridesmaid. I had my own mimosa glass. A gift. Booms with the bridal party. And an endless supply of snacks. (If you know the wedding photography life, some workday’s feel like involuntary fasting). I was also cut after 12 hours, but stayed for the 13th to simply “dance.” I didn’t want to go home. I hugged everyone goodbye like they were my own family. I promised Portland visits to bridesmaids. I have no words. I have no shame. Cheers. To new friends. New sisters. Is this really my job?
Shout-out to the amazing vendors: