She stepped onto the bus. Bus number 123. It was full of students, boys and girls. She saw their faces and she never expected that years later they’d still be in her life. And they’d still be in a school bus. Childhood sweethearts. When you know, you know. You know? This time, when she stepped on the bus, she wasn’t going to school, but to her own wedding. And this time, when she saw him, he wasn’t a baby-faced kid but instead he was her groom in a black tux at the end of a long aisle full of her family and friends (yes, even some from that original schoolbus!)
Robyn and Bill made us fall in love with their love. Every single moment with them was bliss. We don’t just do this to put food on our tables and keep the bills paid. We do this because we can come alive turning light and happiness into photographs that make the intangible tangible. These moments that fly by. The look, the breeze, the feelings. We find our joy grabbing them from the air and giving them back in a photograph. I hope you love this wedding day story as much as I do. Robyn and Bill, we are better people for having known you and your love. Thank you.
