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The pressure was on. I was very concerned I was going to be intruding. What if she didn't want me there? What if she saw me too early and I blew the whole thing? I was even MORE concerned I would not be able to take anything decent in the blinding mid-day sun. {Next to water, Kyle!} These people and their demands. Just kidding, sort of.
Honestly the worst part was just waiting for Page to unsuspectingly come into view. She was having brunch with her girlfriend and they were wandering down by the water under the ruse that her friend needed to walk-off the food. My brother is pretty creative, apparently.
We got the text they were a few minutes away and I watched my brother's heart move squarely into his stomach. For a quick second I thought we were both going to puke and I wished I could take away his fears but then I knew. This was an amazing moment. I was suddenly filled with gratitude that I was there to see what was about to go down. How lucky am I? I still didn't think I would cry or anything. I mean. I've done this myself once or twice. A piece of cake.
I was wrong. I was close. I could hear that he was talking, but not close enough to totally hear his words. Or maybe I was, but the sound was drowned out by the gravity of the moment, the sun that day or the wind riding over the dock, stinging my ears. Her shock was contagious. Her voice wavered and as soon as I heard it, well. Just like that, I couldn't see.
I think it's important to have a photographer who can capture your moments without crying through them. They need to be able to see through the view finder at the subject, for the love.
She must have said yes. I don't know if I heard her but Kyle's face told me I could stop holding my breath and that everything was going to be OK now. I started taking better pictures immediately. Suddenly I heard a small crowd of people clapping all around me. I pulled my face away from the camera. We had an audience. Thank GOD. It wasn't just me.
I feel very thankful I was part of this moment in some small way. But I never want to do it again. Unless Carter asks me. One day way, way in the future. Way, dude. Way.
Thanks for looking,
Jessica
