Amber + Seth: Nautical Love Part Two

Still drooling.
        
Wow, you two, just wow.

Amber + Seth: Nautical Love Shoot

Remember that super awesome giveaway I did? Amber was the lovely winner with her nautical idea and I can’t even tell you how many excited ants were in my pants about this shoot. She went all out—this girl is one talented stylist, so if you are itching for a love session of your own, check out her blog here.
 
Don’t worry, I definitely spent the session squealing like a little girl at Amber and Seth’s cuteness, sweating, fogging up my glasses with the sweating, and squealing some more. These two are a dream come true—so in love and not afraid to show it. They were married two years ago after meeting at BYU while living at the Riviera—where I lived once too! We all want to end up back in Washington some day, where Seth is from. It was especially wonderful working with a couple who has been married for a while as opposed to an engaged couple—they just had a safety and comfort about their relationship that was incredibly beautiful to watch.

If you’re considering a love session or anniversary session, srsly, you gotsta do it. Your love deserves as much documentation and TLC now as it did before you were married. (FYI: Anniversary sessions include getting back in your wedding dress, and a love session is just you and your love, whatever you want—more the equivalent of engagements.)

And also you should know that they are incredibly good looking. Alright, you’ve been given fair warning.    
They brought hydrangeas because they were growing like crazy on their honeymoon! I love props that mean something. I hate props that mean nothing. The end.
 
Amber made Seth’s boutonniere! Are you dying yet?
             
Ahh, I loved it with all my heart. Thanks so much, you two!

Amber + Seth: Nautical Love Shoot Sneak Peak

Um, can you say drool?
I kept having to pick my jaw up off the ground at these two. Just wait til you see it all!!
  

Happy Birth.

Happy birthday, husband.
I love your blue eyes and your closet full of striped shirts and the way you tickle me even though you get violent when I tickle you.

When I am doing the dishes for what seems like the hundredth time in a measly week, and the laundry is still living crumpled in the dryer, I take deep breaths and look into this man’s eyes. I see them clear and blue, ringed with strong black. I remember the day I first looked into those eyes and loved the light in them more than I could explain; I remember his twenty-third birthday, and his twenty-fourth, how he hates fanfare and how I get grumpy when he won’t let me make a big deal of him.

You are a big deal.
Plus you’re hot and I want to show you off.

I will remember the day you were twenty five and we stole away to lunch and sat listening to the rain while it pounded on our car.

Someday I will remember your thirtieth, fiftieth and ninetieth birthdays, too. You will still be gorgeous.

I can’t wait to grow old with you.