I finally had some time today to unpack my awards, lovingly Windex them and give them a good home next to last year’s awards. And I can’t lie; I had a really good time doing it. It was pretty awesome.
But then something happened that was even better.
My part of the story begins on Wednesday night. I had missed a call from Meghan, and she left a voicemail asking me if I had June 4th, 2011 available, and if not, what days did I have open. As a photographer, I’m usually the third down on the list to be booked, after ceremony and reception venues. But Meghan had called to ask me what dates I had available! Pretty great, right? Wait. It gets better.
I called Meghan back yesterday, and we set up a time to meet today. She and Andrew came to my home office, I tempted them with some delicious banana nut muffins I had just made, and we sat down to chat.
I started by asking them all kinds of questions, like how long have you been together, where did you meet, and how did you get engaged. Remember, I’m a complete push over for love. I want to hear every mushy detail and get swept up in their story.
And they had some great stories.
Andrew had not one, not two, but three engagement stories. He planned an elaborate gondola ride where his friends would hold “will you marry me” signs on a bridge. The weather ruined that plan, and then there was the small matter of getting a ring.
He planned a trip to Mexico, involving gorgeous beaches, music lofting out over the water, and pirate ships on the horizon. A behind-schedule jeweler, FedEx and Mexican customs ruined that plan.
When he finally did get the ring, he had it hidden in various drawers for over a month. Meghan nearly found it on multiple occasions. Finally, the stress of keeping it hidden was too much. He came up with a new plan. On Tuesday he had flowers sent to their favorite park, he got down on one knee, and he asked.
She said yes.
Then she asked him if it was too late to call me.
While Andrew had been crafting all these wonderfully romantic plans, Meghan had spent months and months looking at my work. She had seen my Facebook fan page on one of her friend’s pages. She followed it to my website. She followed my website to my blog. And she called me the day after she said yes – before the ceremony site, before the reception venue. She called me first. And that, boys and girls, feels a million times better than Windexing a shelf of awards.
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