I love going to weddings. I know, it sounds strange for a guy to say that, but it's true.
Since I graduated from college I have been taking photographs of weddings. I've photographed more than 25. To this point it has all been word of mouth. Family, friends, friends of friends and colleagues.
Some of it's about the money — it supports my camera and photography habit — but it's more about the feeling I get every time I see two people standing in front of God, family and friends to profess their love for each other.
Seeing two people make that commitment to each other reminds me of the bond I forged with my beautiful wife on June 12, 1999.
So, the last two weekends have been extremely special as my wife and I drove to Liberty to watch her roommate from college get married and then back the second weekend for the reception.
Dawn, my wife, one of my good friends and I spent a lot of time our freshman, junior and senior years playing euchre — I'll leave it to your imagination as to why I left out the sophomore year.
We had a great time watching Dawn marry a man who seems to be exactly right for her. We stayed at their house for a night (not the night after the wedding of course) and got to know him pretty well.
Just being at a wedding is heartening, but to have my wife there with me these last two weekends was even better. I did the photos and she was the matron of honor.
Part of the reason I like weddings, I suppose, also has to do with my profession. I see all the divorces that come through. I read stories about marriages gone wrong and hear about discord on a daily basis.
One of my great pleasures is reading the 50th, 60th and occasional 75th anniversary and imagining what that will be like for my wife and I — assuming we both live that long of course.
Being many years away from such a feat, however, my current great pleasure is going to weddings and recording in photographs the beginning of a marriage.
Congratulations Dawn and Gary.