The quiet is what strikes me, the deep inhale just before she taps on his shoulder, the soft swish of the dress as it skims the floor, the stunned moment when he turns and sees his love’s handsome face, too stunned to breathe or speak, tears on the precipice before finally falling. There are quiet moments in the chaos, but they are truffles you need to dig for in the dirt. I hunt for these quiet moments even as I revel in the joy.
I live for the joy and the laughter, for the moments of tenderness in the hurricane. I value these moments in my life so much so that I have made it my life’s work to document them in people’s lives. I’m a joy collector. These are just some of the moments we collected with our couples this year. I am forever grateful that we are given the task of finding them.
Currently Listening To: I Will by The Beatles