I’m sitting here at my desk with two kiddos by my side asking for a bit of my time. You can’t blame me for being distracted and suddenly not knowing what to write. As long as I’ve been doing this, it’s still hard to write with a four-year old on your lap and an eight-year old on the keyboard next to me. So I tell Liv, my eight-year old, that I’m drawing a blank.
She tries to be helpful and says, “Well, when I don’t know what to write, I just look at the things around me and make something from that.”
So we try that together and it’s doesn’t really work well for a blog post about a wedding.
She says, “Hmmm. Well, what do you want to go for?”
“I want to go for honesty,” I say.
So if I were to write about this wedding honestly, I’d say that it was exactly what it was supposed to be.
That all the planning may or may not have worked out, but that it seemed to have led to something better.
We weren’t supposed to shoot in the field with the horses. There were other places on the agenda. But the day was overcast, the fields were muddy and we were a bit crunched for time.
“Well, there are horses where the groom is getting ready. Maybe that will work?”
A field with horses? It sounded great to me.
Now I can’t picture anything else on that beautiful day.
It was perfect.
I guess that says a lot about our plans.
I’m all for making them…. but I’m also all for being open to something better.
And while, it was an overcast, winter day, the images of these two happy people on their wedding day are as warm ever.