“My grandparents love for each other was a legend in our family.”
My grandparents love for each other was a legend in our family. From a very young age, I heard the story of how Grandpa was driving through town one day and saw Grandma, in her a yellow dress, walking along on the corner of Main Street. My Grandfather, having experienced love at first sight, went straight home to ask his cousin, who was this beautiful girl. Before too long they were dating and then married. They were devoted to one another. My Grandfather went off to war and they wrote each other love letters. At one point during the war my Grandfather was the sole survivor of a plane that crashed in Burma. He carved my Grandma a heart necklace from the windshield of the wreckage. He also brought back the material of the parachute and from it my Grandmother made Christmas stockings– the whole family has stockings made from this sacred material.
On my wedding day, our wedding rings were “warmed” in a piece of this special cloth before my husband and I exchanged them. I wanted to bring into my own marriage some of that sacred energy that my Grandparents had in theirs–devotion, respect, and deep love. Hearing the stories of how my Grandparents treated each other over the course of their marriage gave me faith in the power of love from a young age. Looking at photos and seeing the way they looked at each other, even now you can see the love between them. I wish everyone could have love like theirs, we would be a much happier world. Since I married my husband, I have started to see the world in a new way– happy couples everywhere.
My Grandmother (and Great Grandmother) were very talented artists. My Grandmother baked and decorated elaborate and elegant wedding cakes for many years, grew enormous (and weedless) gardens all over her property, created both live and dried floral arrangements, cornhusk dolls, bread dough roses, every imaginable type of homemade Christmas ornament (she had more than 25 fully decorated, themed trees that she curated for a local historical museum in addition to her own house full of themed trees!), and she crocheted. She taught me origami, and how to make all different kinds of beautiful things. My grandmother dealt in beauty, that was her work. My grandfather repaired television sets and would always come home when there was a thunderstorm to comfort his frightened daughter (my Mother). He could fix anything and was a jolly happy soul with the kind of warm temperament which always drew people in. One day, my grandmother saw a photo of a garden house in a ladies’ magazine. Before she knew it, my grandfather had created it for her in the back yard. This is one of my favorite stories of the two of them. I grew up playing around in the willow tree right next to this beautiful garden house. Not a shed, mind you, a garden house, as my grandmother was always quick to point out. Her garden house had a foundation, trellis, black shutters, a brick patio, window boxes full of coleus, and most importantly, a cupola. This sweet little building represents deep, enduring, powerful love. The Gardenhouse has become a symbol, for me, of true devotion.
“Her garden house had a foundation, trellis, black shutters, a brick patio, window boxes full of coleus, and most importantly, a cupola.
This sweet little building represents deep, enduring, powerful love. The Gardenhouse has become a symbol, for me, of true devotion.”
I never knew my grandfather except through the artifacts he left behind– the heart windshield necklaces, the garden house, his old antique TVs, his dog tag, my Christmas stockings, a few surviving letters, and old photos from his time at war. My grandfather with his enormous heart, passed away before I got the chance to meet him, but his legacy was always clear in my mind and heart. Though it took me many years to find my calling, I guess I should have always known that bearing witness to the love between two people in love, and celebrating their love stories, would be a central part of it. There are few joys greater than watching two people in love, make the greatest promise of their lives. Capturing this sacred moment is an honor and my life’s work.
I got into filmmaking because when I was pregnant with my third child, I got the idea to have my birth filmed. I wasn’t certain my older two would be at the birth and I wanted them to see the miracle of life. Through my wedding photographer, Clark+Walker, I found the amazing Josh Rask who made me one of the best things that I own in this world, my birth videos. Shortly after the birth of my fourth child, Josh asked me to join him and learn to edit films. I instantly fell in love with the craft– it was like all the things I am best at and enjoy most were all called upon to assemble a wedding feature. It was really hard at first but even as i struggled to learn it I realized that I had come upon a very special opportunity. Putting together a film is like assembling a puzzle, writing a poem, painting a picture, taking a photo, and singing a song, all in one. It is the perfect work for someone who loves beauty, music, people, and love. It was the perfect work for me. The foundation I received was one of the greatest gifts of my life (just after an incredible mother, a great husband, wonderful children, and the abundance that comes from living in this country). My aim in serving couples is to return the gift by capturing your love in the most beautiful way possible and helping you preserve your special day for decades to come.