Today was the first day of the rest of my life. Of course, every day is the first day of the rest of our lives, but today... oh, today was special.
For my mother-in-law, today was her sixtieth birthday.
For my brother-in-law, Johnny, today was the day he married, Maura, his true soul mate, his best friend.
And for me. Today was my first wedding as the photographer of the event and I did it all by myself. I sweated ten gallons, I'm sure, I was so nervous I was going to forget the one most important shot. And of course, I was sure I wouldn't remember what the one most important one was until I was half way back home and way far past any time frame of salvation. However, after filling up two and a half memory cards with 900+ pictures and spending the majority of 5 hours with two cameras slung around my neck, I think I did a pretty decent job for a first timer. I've looked through most of the shots and I'm pretty happy with what I came up with.
The one at the top is the only one I've done anything to, as of yet, I'm so exhausted. It was a long day.
And don't let me forget to insert a dose of depression into this blog. It wouldn't be normal lately if I didn't. Do you wonder how bad it sucked driving three hours today to be with Tony's family and spending the whole day with them without him? It sucked bad. So. Bad.
So, what am I doing at the moment? I'm watching Titanic so I can have a good cry. A really good cry, because watching Titanic for the first time or for the four thousandth time always turns on my tear faucet. It's pretty much a guarantee.
Good night friends. Go love on your loves. :)
