I got an eye opening-reminder today. The bride who's wedding I'm shooting posted this as a Facebook status update: "4 days."
Four days. That's it. Four little days, 96 hours, until I photograph my first wedding.
To say I'm nervous would be an understatement. To say I'm excited would be an understatement. I keep trying to remind myself that even though this is a big deal, the bottom line is that I love photography. And above any other emotion, I should be incredibly excited to get this opportunity to do what I love.
I did have a nightmare the other night that the wedding went terribly wrong. I didn't get any pictures of the bridal party and the wedding ceremony was over before I took a single shot. Thankfully I woke up before it got any worse.
Now I may never have photographed a wedding before, but I have certainly been in a few. Counting the wedding I played violin in last September (hi Dorrie!) I've been a part of seven bridal parties. So I know how weddings work. And honestly, I know how photography works. Here's hoping that come Saturday I'm able to remember everything I know about both.
This is all to say that if I'm silent for a few days on this blog it's because I'm preparing for the wedding, photographing the wedding or recovering from shooting the wedding. My family is getting together on Sunday at my parent's lake house for a bit of a mother's day/father's day/mom's birthday celebration. I'm looking forward to it because even if my wedding nightmare comes true, time spent with my family always goes well.