Craig booked us over the phone, so we didn’t get a chance to meet them until their wedding day. We were pleasantly surprised to find a blushing bride in Amanda, and a cool and collected Craig. We could not have asked for a nicer couple.
Craig is a pilot, so I tried to find a pilot song for their video …but settled for an astronaut one instead.
The Inn at the Pasatiempo is deceiving at first…you’d never know there lay a beautiful garden behind its simple exterior.
The details on her dress were just amazing.
Amanda had a great set of bridesmaids. So, so easy to work with!
Something about a group of guys in suits just screams secret service shot.
We usually get into position right before the kiss, but we got a welcomed surprise when this little guy blocked my shot. I’m kinda glad he did!
These guys just make my job toooo easy.
Line dances always get awesome shots.
Venue: Peachwood Gardens, Santa Cruz CA
While I’m with the groom and his guys, Emma usually sneaks into the bridal suite to get last minute shots of the bride. While I do shots of the bride/groom, Emma will run into the reception to take in details while everything is pristine (aka pre-open bar). We then swap, so she can take candids, while I round out the detail shots. It’s a little dance we do, most unspoken…almost done by reflex.
At our last wedding, someone came up to us and said, “you’ve got to be husband and wife…right? coordination like that takes practice.”
totally.
We recently hired a studio manager (part time) to help with the administrative work and to help with the behind-the-scenes tasks that I hate to do will help build her resume. 
I was so tickled pink to see that she started with pimping out my office. Green is the new black. I’m sure she appreciates that I’ve already managed to leave trails of clutter.
Our little one just turned 4. Ouch. 4 whole years.
4 years ago, I was in the hospital’s waiting room…cell phone in hand…calling Alfred, “it’s okay…it’s just a dull headache. It’s too early. She’s not due for another 6 weeks. I’ll call you when they send me home.”
They didn’t send me home.
Instead, they hooked me up to a myriad of machines and uttered words like pre-eclampsia, inducing, and possible c-section.
None of these words were on the pretty pink Birth Plan tacked dutifully on the fridge—AT HOME—next to the labor bag that I had thought would be unnecessary for this would-be 30 minute quick trip to the doctor.
The 12 hours that followed were nothing short of chaotic.
I find it necessary to mention that I was assigned 4 of the hottest doctors I’ve ever seen in my life. Hot and young.
Note: Hot and young is great for Primetime television. But, utterly DISTRACTING and embarassing when you’re trying to push a baby out 6 weeks early.
My birth story ended in an emergency C-Section and a 4 pound bundle of joy.
I thank my lucky stars every single day that we have her. Even on the days when she decides to teach Barbie how to swim…in the toilet.
Happy Birthday My Ella.
