et’s not kid around here: I hit the jackpot with my incredible wedding photographer. When I got the book deal, Dave and I decided to celebrate by springing for Yvonne’s photo booth. Easily the best impulse buy of the whole wedding. After missing out on family portrait time due to some snafus with the hotel, the images we have from our photo booth have come to mean so, so much to us. Nearly all of our guests passed through the booth over the course of the night – and the results are pretty friggin’ awesome. We framed 4×6 prints of our favorites and hung them on the big white wall in our bedroom.
…okay, I kind of lied. I may have framed the photos, but there was no “we” about how they got up on the wall. My darling husband measured, re-measured, and hammered 24 perfectly spaced nails. I came home to a completed installation.
We didn’t just choose photos of our favorite people – for one, we didn’t want friends to come over and be like, “Why didn’t I make the cut?” Because then I would have had to tell them that I don’t like them as much as my other peeps. Awwwwkward. Instead, we grabbed a variety of groupings and made sure the images had a lot of movement and irreverence. No staid wedding poses for us.
(my childhood bff melissa, her boyfriend, and her little sister)
(my lane mate from college and her boyfriend…who was also a swimmer, which we called “swimcest”)
(two water polo teammates and a coupla dave’s friends)
(dave’s college suitemates) (they had a theme song) (and a gang sign) (and a dance)
(dave’s great uncle, aka our chicago father, and his son)
Oh, and then we made sure to put ourselves in the middle of it all. It WAS the skinniest day of my life, after all.
(if you look closely, you’ll see bridesmaid-slash-invitation-designer, aubrey)
Sigh. That wall makes me so happy. I love waking up and staring at it.