There are weddings where you show up, take the photos, and go home with full memory cards and maybe one happy tear. And then there are weddings like this. Where your COUSIN marries the love of her life, you’re trying to shoot through your own ugly crying, people are belly-laughing mid-ceremony, and at one point you look up and there are 12 children in formalwear going feral to Baby Shark on the dance floor.
A perfect October day that started with sunshine and ended in a full-on love explosion. A day that held equal parts sacred and chaotic energy—and somehow pulled it off effortlessly. There was emotion. There was sass. There was SO much love. And while yes, the sun was golden, the breeze was a dream, and the venue was stunning (shoutout to Hawk View for being that girl), the real magic? Was the people.
Watching Arlene and Derek exchange vows was already a whole moment—but seeing their daughter Camille front and center, smiling with the kind of pride only a kid with the best parents ever could feel? Wrecked me. Their bond as a family is something that can’t be posed or planned. It’s real. It’s steady. It’s everything. And the community that surrounds them? Honestly iconic. Every hug felt like a reunion. Every speech landed somewhere between “make you cry” and “make you snort-laugh.” It was one of those rare days where everyone was fully present—no one just going through the motions, but feeling every part of it.
And then the reception hit. Cue the chaos.
Kids doing backflips (emotionally, if not literally). Parents pretending they don’t know every word to Baby Shark. The floor shaking in the best way. The kind of pure, uninhibited joy that only comes from people who feel completely safe to be themselves. It was a kid rave wrapped in heartfelt toasts wrapped in champagne and cake. A true trifecta. This wasn’t just a wedding—it was a living, breathing celebration of love, family, beginnings, and belonging.
To Arlene and Derek: I love you both. So much.
To Camille: You are joy personified.
And to Derek again—welcome to the friggin’ family, my dude. Hope you’re ready for all of this.
Photographing this day wasn’t just an honor. It was a core memory.
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