This one hits different, folks (as trendy young people would say).  Please excuse me while a write this love ode to Phoebe...My Phoebs.  My person.  It has been an honor to walk through this season with you, and not only this season, but every season before it.  It is humbling that I get to be the friend of someone so compassionate, so intentional, so truly and deeply kind, and someone whose heart is so true.  You inspire me to love others better, and Jesus so clearly flows out of you in everything you do.  That I was blessed with a sistah-friend like you, there will never be enough words of thankfulness for it.  Our Father is so, so good to us.  The coolest thing about seeing you fall in love with Pete (your Pete, not mine haha), was to see him love you the thoughtful and intentional way you have always loved all of us.  There is no doubt that he was the one we waited for all this time.  And if younger Ashley and Phoebe had known that we would both marry our own Peter B's, well I don't think I could have handled the amazingness of that.  The Lord kept it as a neat little surprise for us, isn't that cool?!  I love you deeply and I can't wait to walk every other season of life with you and our Petes, and we'll all be in the nursing home together like, "PETE" and then they'll both answer, "Yeah" in synchrony and we'll look at each other and giggle because I don't think it will ever sink in how richly blessed we've been. I love you. And I love you, too, now Peter B, it comes with the territory.

Jackie and Patrick's Cleveland wedding day was all joy, all the time.  They had their ceremony, which was officiated wonderfully by Jackie's brother, in North Olmsted, near where they just purchased their first home.  It was held at the Grand Pacific Wedding Chapel.  After popping some champagne outside (with Patrick spraying the champagne like a rocket, I still have dried champagne drops on my camera bag haha), we rode all around stopping at fun Cleveland spots like East 4th Street and the Cleveland script sign at Edgewater Park for group pictures.  The bus dropped us off at the Rock Hall of Fame, and we proceeded down to North Coast Harbor where we boarded the Goodtime III for the sunset cruise reception.  Jackie and Patrick had such a fun group of friends and everyone was thrilled to celebrate them.  After an outrageously hilarious best man toast, a whole wedding group picture on the deck of the Goodtime III, and a stunning sunset on Lake Erie, they danced the night away and celebrated the newly weds.  Arrr matey, beautiful photos ahead!!

Here is a glimpse into Milana and Cecil's intimate wedding ceremony at North Park in Jackson Township, OH.  Thanks for letting me be a part of it, you love birds!

Wow. What a roller coaster ride life has been lately with so much uncertainty in this season of pandemic.  But I know one thing for sure, Dan and Katie are always going to make it through the tough times together!  There were moments when I was very concerned about what their wedding might have to look like (concerns I did NOT share with the bride, of course hahaha...mama didn't raise no fool!), but God's blessings were so evident in their day.  Though plans changed, things looked different than originally intended, safety was of concern, and at least 200 hundred of the guests joined us virtually instead of in the church, Dan and Katie's love shined SO BRIGHT!  This day was so joy-filled for everyone present.  Maybe they were just excited to be with actual, live people in the flesh again, but I think its because of the kind of people that these two are.  The new Harrison's tied the knot at the same church where 10 other Harrison couples before them, and I know this successful marriage legacy will continue with them.  These two are beloved to me, and I am so thankful that our paths crossed. Dan and Katie, what a privilege it is to know you, and I hope these images bless you for the rest of your lives!

This past weekend, I had the profound honor of photographing the wedding of my little {read: not so little} baby brother, A.K.A trying to coherently push camera buttons while bawling my eyes out.  Like Pete and myself, as well as so many other couples this year, my brother and his new wife Liz had a large wedding celebration planned for July in southwestern PA, but when Covid hit, it completely derailed their plans.  They decided, however, that they were still ready to be wed, so they moved forward with a smaller wedding in the backyard of the house we grew up in.  In a way, it seems like it was the most fitting thing possible for my brother, the most sensitive and nostalgic person I know.  He loves his home.  It seems only right that he walked my mom down the aisle to her seat past the place that a dirt pile used to sit where he and his childhood best friend and now Best Man used to play for hours with their kid-sized backhoe.  Past the deck where we would watch the 4th of July fireworks over Mack Park as Nana made us say "Oohh" and "Aww" because that's what you're supposed to say when you watch fireworks.  Past his "pitching mound" in the backyard where he threw the ball for so many hours that he rubbed the ground raw.  To the corner where our swing set used to sit in the yard before it became rusted and outgrown.