My last memory of Caitlin & John’s wedding – just before midnight on Day 2 – the Best Man (in between tequila shots – his, not mine) waxing lyrical about what a cool guy my husband is. My own morning with the girls had started with a catch up about what I missed after I left the rehearsal dinner the night before and a debate about how to pronounce Moët (you do pronounce the “t” apparently, German not French – you learn something new every wedding!) I get why my parents don’t think I have a real job. Some weekends I’m just hanging out with my husband and a big gang of Americans friends on the holiday of a lifetime together for the big day in Ireland. Followed by Kev and I having dinner and a lot of laughs in sunny castle grounds with the lovely Martina (www.martinao.com).
But just hanging out, listening to all the stories of all the adventures over the years, getting to know everyone and where they fit into this story is how I fall I love with them and the wedding. Living this day fully with them is the best way I know to take a set of photographs of this massive event in their lives that will have meaning – the kind of photographs of our lives that we’re grateful for every time we look at them.