the art of making memories

There’s something about taking family photos that speaks to me.

I did a little session with a friend, her husband and their sweet baby this past weekend, and it got my baby fever going hardcore.

We’re not planning on having littles until after our first PCS, so we’ve got some time.

But seriously…this family just embodied love and happiness.

Doesn’t this just make you crave your own little family? 

When Ryan and I decided to have a really intimate wedding, we knew we wanted it to be about the memories.

That, in a nutshell, is why I’m so focused on the little details.

We’re putting our heart and soul into this day — laying it all out there for our families to see and experience.

And so, the details are important for me, but the moment when I stand across from Ryan, that’s what I’m most looking forward to. 

That will be pure magic.

I worked on my vows this past weekend, and I couldn’t even write them without crying.

Clearly, I’m going to need waterproof mascara.

I also ordered Ryan’s wedding ring, and it has a little something special inside…something I’ll make sure the photographer captures.

I also bought my wedding dress.

It’s the exact opposite of what I thought I wanted, but it is perfect. 

Time seems to be inching along at a snail’s pace leading up to January 4th, but it’s flying, too.

I don’t know how to better explain it.

There is subtle magic to these memories we’re making leading up to our wedding.

It’s a magic that I don’t want to forget, or rush, or miss out on.

So, for now, I’m trying my best to be patient and enjoy the little things. (good luck, self.)