The bride didn’t care about the details. She didn’t want close ups of the ring, there were no flower girls or ring bearers. All she wanted was for us to capture the joy of the evening. Her family and friends who drove from Utah and flew from the mid-west, these lovely people were the details of her life. Her aunt, a flamboyant, funny, feisty comedy writer, belted out wedding songs as she rolled Carrie’s hair in hot curlers.
A second marriage for the bride + groom. Their love affair surprised everyone. But no one more than Carrie herself. A little older. A lot wiser. The tall, dashing, black haired triathlete swept her off her feet.
The groom patiently waited in the backyard with the other men. 40 degrees and no overcoat. Dare I say, love kept him warm? Love does that. It burns bright. It burns hot. It smolders. It gives us butterflies and sweaty palms. And for Carrie + Joe, love found them later in life, with six kids in tow racing toward the sun.