Ten years ago, this July, marks my wedding day to my Alex.
Reflecting on the gorgeous bridal portrait I shot in the studio a bit ago, I wonder what I was like, when I was dressed like her. What did I eat that day? What was I worried about? Was I nervous? I really can’t remember.
I’m struck by the strange path monumental life events take, on their way to becoming memories.
So much time and energy is spent planning and preparing for grand occasions, like weddings and births. As time passes, and the specifics of those special days float into a fuzzy memory abyss, they also become sacred.