a 24 hour whirlwind. it included little sleep, deep conversations on a hotel room couch, chick fil a mobile ordering, a loose plan and an open map.

listening to jordan’s mother speak to the character of them both. watching them lose their minds over t swifts “22” being played.

i love my couples (big time) and these two are no exception and this fall when they say forever in front of their families under a tree at their sweet and tiny wedding i’m sure i’ll be brushing tears right off my cheek.

vast desert. dirt roads. drippy sunshine. i want to send up all the thank yous in the world for brit and kev coming into my life. and so this was the place. the first day of Hey, Sista they made the trip out and we ran around and avoided cacti and laughed and scooped up that drippy light by the handful.

dappled light on every surface. the greenest greens and richest ruddy reds. the sunset went on forever and they sipped wine and threw back cookie dough balls and danced until they had to leave.

it was a perfect day. quiet. overlooking the hollywood sign, and griffith. soft grey sky in the morning, mysterious coastal fog sunset in the evening. no bridal party. no traditions they felt they had to adhere to--just vows on a rooftop. brunch in a tent. and then, the beach.

looking at all of the guests below—the quiet glow of the candles and pendant lights. the band was playing “where is my mind” and people were dancing and scream singing along. toasting champagne. and the weather was perfect. in this little alleyway slice of heaven. tucked under palm trees and vine covered walls under the glow of red and purple and blue and yellow stage lights.