We drove two hours after finishing the previous wedding and set up our tent by lantern light to arrive in time for the most wonderful weekend.
A camping adventure.
In the park where they met, so long ago.
Promises by the ocean.
The salt sea breeze of the warm summer night lingering, as they danced under the stars.
This wedding was a first, first of many. The first time I stood beside my best friend as she said I do to the man of her dreams and baby daddy, the first time I ventured to oil land Alberta, and the first time I stood in a wedding that I also photographed. I’m thankful for an amazing fiancé who knows how to take a picture just as good as I can.
Nicki has put up with all my nonsense since up the shore and down the shore became one in the 8th grade. We’ve gone through heart breaks, camping trips, road trips, movie nights, hating each other, fighting like cats and dogs, graduating, moving across countries and so much more. There’s a few more diamonds on her hand, her and Shane have had the world’s most beautiful son – but it’s still the exact same. No matter how long we spend apart, how long without talking, it’s always the same. While I may not have imagined Shane marrying someone who means so much to me when I first met him and his blonde frosted tips in the year 2000, he’s the perfect husband. The perfect father. They’re just perfect together.
I’m really glad I get to be a part of their perfect life.
I love you both (and Colton too).