Stalkerazzi

I (heart) my photographer for the wedding. Now that I’ve actually hired him, I feel like I can admit that I’ve stalked him and his sister for years. In fact, I wrote a blog entry about how I was stalking them, but then deleted it because I was too embarrassed to admit it. A little background: Nathan was Shannon’s wedding photographer. He was so nice during the course of the day, and the finished product was so beautiful. Since then, he has started a blog which I check frequently (ok, constantly). Also, his sister, whom I also met at Shannon’s wedding, is so very sweet. I (actually there is more than just me, but I’m not ratting anyone else out) check her blog pretty frequently. She has a beautiful family, and her husband Tim is currently deployed in Iraq. I have frequently found myself reading the blog and getting a little misty eyed as I read about her 4 kids, and trying to handle day-to-day life while her husband is serving the country. You loyal half-street readers out there know that I’m a sucker for a nice military family. I always make sure to keep them in my prayers (…and please keep an eye on that lovely family in Indiana that doesn’t know me, but whose sacrifices I appreciate).
Anyway, I’m excited to have this detail nailed down. I know what you’re thinking…wait doesn’t this photographer live in Indiana? Are there not good photographers in Houston? Yes, and Yes. I’m sure there are PLENTY of good photographers in Houston. I don’t mean it as a diss on any hometown shutterbugs. But why roll the dice with the ONE wedding related expense that will actually last beyond the day, when I have a sure thing for a good price? If it’s true that the quality of the pictures is highly dependent on how comfortable you feel around the photographer (according to Kim’s photographer, whom I also adore, but despite all beautiful evidence to the contrary, isn’t really in the wedding business—unless I’m getting married at a football game), then I’m confident the Half Street will have wonderful pictures!

Hmmmmm getting married at a football game…now there’s an idea!

And just because I know it will put a smile on your collective faces, here is a picture of me in the first wedding I was ever in. That's me with the perm and braces, with my cousin Amy, and my Mom.