Last summer, Justin and I bought tickets to Sunday in the Country - have you ever been? Our favorite artist was headlining last year and Justin, always the eager party-goer, decided we needed to arrive at 8 a.m. to start tailgating with his buds from work. Turns out, 10 hours of drinking and playing cornhole isn't all it's cracked up to be, especially when there are no bathrooms. We never made it to Eric Church since I had to pour my husband into the front seat of the car and drive him home at 7 p.m. I did put a blanket over a random girl who left her dignity behind and decided to take a nap in the middle of the parking lot, so I guess it wasn't a total loss.
But before all that, I met Marjorie. I didn't really know many people there since they were Justin's friends from his old job and a lot of the girlfriends seemed more interested in keeping their goods under control in pint-sized tube tops than making friends. After a couple of hours (and at a reasonable tailgating time), this guy everyone called Redman showed up to the party. I had heard some stories about him, mostly about how he was a no-bull type of police officer who was out with an injury after he showed some common criminal who's boss. I don't know the details, but I was expecting to meet a real knuckle-dragging showboat. (You know how cops tell stories.) You can imagine my surprise when this totally laid back and smiley gentleman casually strolled over to say hello. I was like, "This guy? This is the guy?" I also was forced to spend the first three hours of knowing him calling him by his last name as not a single person could tell me what his first name was. For the record, it's Jim. Police. Psh.
And did I forget to tell you about the sweet little arm candy that showed up with him? I liked her instantly - while most of the girls never bothered to look my way, Marjorie walked right up, stuck her hand out with a big smile and said, "Hi! I'm Marjorie." I shook her hand and felt a little intimidated because she has this confidence about her that was evident from the first moment, but she laughed and said, "I don't know any of those other girls because none of them bothered to introduce themselves." I liked her because she showed up in jean shorts and a ball cap, looking like Hope Solo, and didn't waste any time telling me how much she loved Jim. She told me they'd been dating for just a few months but she was in it to win it, and with a sly grin and a faux-British accent, she said, "Yup, I'm going to be Mrs. James Gordon Redman, the thiiiiiiird."
Now this is the part where I say, "Oh okay, well I'm a wedding photographer so if it works out that way, give me a call!" I never really expected her to hire me since they live two hours away and I figured it'd be a one-time meet and greet and that would be it. So after the concert was over and a few weeks passed, I got a message from her asking to double date. Then they joined us for Justin's birthday dinner. And somewhere in the mix, I got a text from her with fifty smiley faces saying Jim had finally proposed and if I'd be a part of it. (One of the hopes I've always had for my business was to book clients who would become friends. There's quite a bit of time invested into a couple leading up to the wedding, not to mention spending one of the most special days of their lives with them, and of course making sure they absolutely adore their images after it's all said and done. It's a tall order, and I love my job, but I love even more when we're still chatting long beyond the wedding date, making plans to hang out and get to know each other on a more personal level.)
And that's why Jim and Marjorie's engagement session was so easy-breezy lemon squeezy. They're good friends, and not just to me and Justin, but to each other. Marjorie is definitely the go-getter, the planner, and the straight-forward one. Jim is incredibly likeable, laughs at just about everything, and he does a horrible job at hiding his absolute delight in Marjorie. I love that these two are absolutely smitten with one another and their childlike excitement about getting married is contagious. They so obviously enjoy each other, they back each other up, they laugh and play and smile all the time. You never sense any tension between them and they're exactly the sort of people you want to have at your backyard barbeque because they get along with everyone. I'm so glad I get to be a part of it, up close and personal.
Enjoy the sneak peak, ya'll. I can't wait for your gorgeous October wedding, but I'll see you before then. ;)