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 the night of the homecoming football game. Sarah and I were sitting in my red Jeep Wrangler in my driveway. I was in the driver’s seat and she was sitting next to me. The car was on, but I hadn’t taken it out of park yet.
I had just met her dad for the first time, but right now, I was even more nervous than when I had introduced myself to him.
After all, Sarah was a whole year older than me – a senior – and way prettier than any girl I ever expected would be interested in me. And if that weren’t enough, we were about to drive to our high school’s homecoming football game where she would be escorted onto the field as one of the homecoming princesses.
To say I was nervous would be a colossal understatement. But something had to be said, so I might as well just say it now: “So, uhm, I was wondering if, maybe, you would, you know, want to be my girlfriend?”
I don’t remember exactly what her response was – I was probably too busy worrying that I had sounded silly in my asking, or that she was going to notice how much I was sweating. But she said yes. Or at least, something generally affirmative. I think it may have actually been “It’s about time!”, but we’ll pretend like it was something really sweet.
Here’s the thing: when you’re 16 years old and just started dating a senior, foresight isn’t exactly your strong suit. My forward-thinking capacity was no more than a few weeks ahead of me – maybe to the end of the semester at best. But even if I had had the best five-year-plan that a high schooler could have, I could have no idea what that night would mean for our future.
I could have no idea that three years from that day, I would make an internal and secret decision that I was going to marry Sarah.
I could have no idea that five years from that day, I would make good on that promise and get down on one knee.
I could have no idea that seven years from that day, we would be married and own a business together, serving incredible and joyful couples on their own wedding day as professional photographers.
But more on that to come…