So, I’ve never told this to anyone. I’ve hinted at it to Ben and Kristin (my second shooters at weddings), I suggested that I do this to my wife, but I’ve never said this out loud. Well, it’s time to come clean.
I’ve cried at every wedding I have ever shot, to some degree or another.
How could I not? I mean, I have known, and have talked to, couples for sometimes over a year. I have joked with them during our engagement photo session, I have heard of how their wedding planning was going, and in some cases, have become their good friends.
Each ceremony, no matter how short, is so charged with love and happiness. Each time I hear a betrothed break out in laughter during the ceremony because of the fumbling, nervous, excited fingers of their mate are struggling to slip that ring on their finger, each time I see a dad or a mom smiling from ear to ear while crying tears of joy, well, I lose it.
It makes me think about how I felt when I got married to my amazing wife Carrie. I think about how fantastic and life changing this moment was for me and is for them. I think about how hyper aware I was of everything, from who was at my wedding, of all the moments Carrie and I shared up until then, of the smell of the charred wood in the fireplace next to us, of the happy giggles from my friends in the audience. I think of all of this while simultaneously not seeing anything except of the enveloping beauty of my soon to be wife’s nervous smile and gorgeous eyes.
Luckily, I’ve photographed enough weddings that my lizard brain knows the shots I need to get and it just takes over for me. Even luckier for me, I have a big ass camera in front of the one eye that’s tearing up, and the other eye is shut tight, ostensibly to see best through the lens, but realistically to prevent any leakage.
This flood of emotions is one of the many reasons I love shooting weddings. People are looking their best, happy about why they are there, having a great time, and just an overwhelming sense of joy! I love this job!!! 
