The winter season can be a dreary one for photographers. It's dark outside at 4 o'clock and all the lovely colors disappear. It's one bitterly cold day after another and the months seems to crawl by at a snail's pace. It means business slows way down as wedding season wraps up and everyone settles in for the holidays. After my wintry slump, Megan and Adam were the breath of fresh air I needed.
It's easy to get caught up in the routine of working with clients - e-mailing, coffee meetings, talking about schedules and pricing, editing, delivering, etc. - that I sometimes forget why I fell in love with photography in the first place. Really, why I love people, and how I can help them remember the most wonderful events of their lives. But Megan and Adam smacked me over the head with it. They are absolutely contagious.
I love the story of their whirlwind romance; how they met in psychology class before Adam was shipped overseas; how an impromptu beach weekend as "just friends" turned into so much more; how Megan waits for months at a time for him to come home and how she does it with joyful anticipation. When I met with Megan and her Mama a couple of months ago, Megan was solid as a rock. She said it was hard being away from him but she was keeping busy and all I could think was, "Dang, I could never do that. I complain when Justin works overtime." What a woman. We talked about planning an engagement session, but military life can make scheduling somewhat difficult, so we decided to wait and see if Adam would be able to come home in early Spring for a couple of days.
The stars aligned, people. Even though I was terribly worried that taking a single hour away from their together-time would be intrusive, I'm so grateful I got to spend a little time with these two. We met at the Greencastle-Antrim outdoor school, Tayamentasachta (say that five times fast) and really, I couldn't have been more delighted. I think there is a different kind of happiness that comes when you are away from each other for a long time and I can only imagine the giant exhale they both breathed when Adam stepped off the plane. When I was editing their images, I couldn't stop smiling. There is happiness oozing off my screen. There was much hugging and kissing and not-gonna-hold-back(ing), just the way it should be.
The next time he comes home, it'll be for their red-hot August wedding. Literally, people, it's gonna be like 100 degrees. I'm all sweaty just thinking about it. But after a few more Skype dates, a couple more months, a little more waiting...and then comes forever.