Hi, we're Hunter and Sarah, a husband-and-wife, luxury wedding photography team. We’re also educators, helping other photographers build profitable and sustainable photography businesses.
As wedding photographers, one of the best parts of interacting with so many couples is hearing their stories. Each engaged couple has such a unique journey that’s brought them to where they are, and it’s one of the first questions we usually ask when we sit down to talk wedding photography with new couples. If you follow our blog, you know that we love to share stories as we show off images from our sessions – both our clients’ stories and stories from our time together.
However, it occurred to us this fall that the story that’s featured the least on our blog and social media is our own! Now that the cold weather is settling in and we won’t be shooting sessions three times a week, we finally have space on our blogging calendar to tell our own love story! As high school sweethearts, it’s a long one, but we hope you’ll join us each Saturday this winter as we share our story.
On our second dating anniversary, Hunter gave me a photobook filled with pictures, ticket stubs, and other trinkets that we had collected since we had begun dating. He called the album, “Remember that Time?” and it was filled with little reminders of fun dates and adventures we had had. Unbeknownst to me, just a few months into our relationship he had been making small notes on his phone anytime we went somewhere new or had a fun adventure with friends so that he could one day give me that book. When we sat down this fall to talk about this blog series, we couldn’t think of a title that was more true to us than “Remember that Time?”
It was 6:00 am, and I was standing in the cafeteria of our high school. The summer before my senior year was almost over, and the first Cross Country practice of the year was about to begin. As we all milled around waiting for the last few stragglers to hand in their paperwork and for our first run to start, Hunter and I started chatting. We had sort of known each other since his freshman year (my sophomore year), but had never been very close. I’ll never forget our first conversation — nor will Hunter ever let me live it down.
“Hey Sarah! You’re trying out for the Cross Country team too?”
“Nope, I’m actually here for football tryouts!”
“Oh… really? I didn’t know they’d let girls play football.”
“Wait. You were joking weren’t you?”
Then we shared a laugh, mostly at Hunter’s expense.
Yep! You heard right folks. The first real conversation I had with my future husband, and I sarcastically jabbed at him, and it went straight over his head. Not exactly the most romantic beginning. But clearly, it all worked out in the end. That summer and into the early fall, we started to actually get to know each other for the first time. Even though the girls and guys usually had different workouts, we chatted before and after almost every practice. When Hunter got his driver’s license a couple of weeks later, we accidentally went on our first date.
How do you accidentally go on a date? Well, in usual Cross Country fashion, there was a lot of talk as practice was wrapping up about a big group of people going to breakfast (it is only 8:00 am, after all, and we’ve already run at least five miles). So I hopped in Hunter’s cool red Jeep and we raced over to Chicfila, only to find that everyone else had bailed. Whether on purpose because they saw the chemistry that we hadn’t even noticed yet, or just because they all decided they’d rather go home and shower, we’ll never know. But we spent well over an hour sitting in that Chicfila, talking and laughing together. The rest, as they say, is history 😉