Weddingbee Blog

When our disc came in the mail, I screamed. Squeal-screamed, to be more correct. Matt Miller, the photographer full of win, sent our disc of engagement pictures. I made sure to document the opening process, because it was packaged beautifully, there was a sweet card, and plus, Mr. Scissors was in Hotlanta and I was in LaGrange. I am impatient. This way, he could open them with me! (And now so can you guys! Playing pretend is fun.)

First up, the opening process!

The fabulousness of that packaging alone just about killed me. I’m a sucker for design, and so that just made me love our photographer about 40000000000 times more.

Rather than lumping all of our engagement pictures into one post, I’ve decided to split them up. This is mainly because, well, I want to, and I have too many favorites to put all in one post. I love way too many. Plus, I gotta ’splain ’em all.

So, first we begin with…

This leg of the engagement-shoot journey took place in a big ol’ abandoned weed field. We should get major street cred because it was marked “NO TRESPASSING”. After not obeying the sign, we started to play in the weeds, and then hunkered down and pretended to be in the wild. (Or, at least that was my thought, I’m not sure how Mr. S approached it.)

Obviously, my ADHD self spotted something in the wild that caught my attention, so while Mr. S looked at the camera, I looked at shiny things… or something like that.

At this point, Matt suggested that I try to push Mr. S over. Clearly, by my devilish grin and Mr. S’s incredulous face, this was going to go swimmingly.

I reared back…

And hulk-smash-shoved the ever-living-crap out of him. On the rare occasion that I actually do follow directions, I REALLY follow directions.

Man down.

Mr. S got up, I brushed him off, and then we started doing the engagement-shoot-kissy-time. I’m grinning like a cheeseball and kissing Mr. S at the same time. Takes talent, that does.

After that, we jumped around a little bit. That was pretty freaking fun, which is evident by looking at our faces.

*All photos by Matt Miller

And so concludes our romp in the weeds!

I’m really glad that Matt had us go here first. Running around and playing in a field was a good way to relax us both. Plus, it was a truck-ton of fun. (Say that ten times fast.)

How did your photographer get you to relax in the beginning of your shoot? By talking, or letting you guys play around like monkeys? Anybody else do something embarrassing like, oh, hulk-smash your fiance to the ground?