When I was a little girl, my mother used to talk to strangers in the grocery store . . . and at the post office . . . and, well, everywhere we were. My sister and I would mutter to each other, "There she goes again, making friends with every stranger in town!" I was at the grocery store the other day, and my 7-year-old daugther (who thinks she is 14, by the way) looked mortified. When we got outside, she exclaimed, "Mom! Why do you have to talk to all the strangers?"
I realized that just like my mother, I do talk to everyone I meet -- simple as it sounds, I just love people. I love hearing everyone's story. I love knowing a little bit more about what they know. I love that during the few hours I am with someone doing a photo shoot, I get to hear their story.
Keith and Jennie have a summer wedding planned. They arrived for their shoot holding hands, looking adoringly at each other, and letting me pose them. They were such good sports. But something was just missing . . . so I just stopped the shoot, and we just chatted for awhile. "Tell me the story of your wedding," I said. Jennie's eyes just lit up as she told me that her wedding was all about summer colors, the sunshine, and the warmth of the sun. I realized I had seen a yellow dress in her car, and I asked her to put that on. Yellow dress, sunshine, warmth . . . it just came together perfectly.
I can't wait to hear more about their life together. I just know they will look on the bright side of things, always be warm and kind to each other, and bask in happiness. You can just see it.
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