It started on a cold winter morning. By the time we walked down the road together, the Starbucks I had brought my loving couple was luke warm; the chill in the air was just that cold. Although the coffee was cooling, the company was warm. With a snow shovel, blankets and two pairs of ice skates ready to go, the blue sky disappeared behind the clouds and blocked what we thought was going to be a sunny morning. Ryan devotedly took his shovel to the snow and cleared off a patch of ice that the two of them could use. Their day started here.
Later on, the sun actually broke through and the warmth hit us again. There was a point when we were nestled in-between what seemed like thousands of cat tails when I heard something that only those in love can deeply understand. I was photographing Emily by herself as she was playing with her hat, it was then when I heard Ryan's voice, Look at her. Isn't she beautiful....I get to marry her. I looked over at him with a smile, but he didn't see me because the entire time, I realized, his eyes had never once left Emily.
