Engagement Pics

Last night Bob and I had our engagement pictures taken.

It almost didn't happen.

Bob has been dealing with a nasty head cold the last few days and it was just about down to the wire whether he'd be good enough to go.  Thank goodness for the gracious pharmacist that gave me her best recommendation to ease his symptoms without making him comatose.  Whatever it was worked and he made it through.  Poor guy.  What a trooper.

The setting was amazing.  I told Bob this is what my heaven will look like.  Totally my style.  I officially put in my request to him to have a backyard with a Secret Garden door which were plentiful around there.  It can't be that complicated, right?  He didn't say anything and just smiled sooooo I'm assuming that means he was in agreement.

Back to the pics.  Is there anything MORE stressful than getting pictures taken?  Ugh.  It's just a complete stress-fest for me.  It was the 11th hour when we finally got our outfits pulled together.  The pics are an integral part of our ceremony so they weren't just all fun, happy, "we love each other more than anyone else" pics.  They were story-telling of our lives before, and then when we met each other.  The photographer (which I researched for forever) was amazing.  He totally caught onto my vision and had some great ideas.

2 1/2 hours later we were done.  TWO AND A HALF hours.  We were beat.  I had a 1/2 second of stress-relief.........and then started worrying about how they'll come out.  They are a part of the ceremony, not to mention the invitation.  The photographer was totally confident in what we got.  Me?  I'll worry until I see them and then critique the heck out of myself.  That's what we girls do.  I think.  Or maybe it's just me...  Bob of course will look perfect in every one.  Have I mentioned how handsome he is?

My favorite part of last night were those moments when Bob would just look into my eyes.  There was no hint of being fake or putting on an act for the pictures.  (Anyone who knows Bob know that what you see is what you get!).  The look in his eyes was pure love.  I think I fell in love with him all over again.  That man.  He taught me what love really is and what it means to be cherished.

So even if I look fat and my hair is too big and blowing crazily in the wind, if it means it's one step closer to being his wife, then I'll take it.  Just tell me I look amazing and we'll all pretend it's okay.  Okay?