Why We Slow Dance at Every Wedding | Monday Musings

Why We Slow Dance at Every Wedding | Monday Musings

"Last Saturday I photographed a wedding with my husband." Truth be told, I have said that sentence many times over the past couple of years! While other couples and families are watching college football or going to the farmer's market, Nathan and I are usually on our way to a wedding in Hampton Roads or, as of late, traveling up and down the East Coast for the weekend. Of course we can get tired during such a busy time, but we love it - and mostly we love working together.

Having Nathan by my side on wedding days has been such a big game changer in my business. I wrote about our roles at a wedding in a long blog post here, but this one is a little bit more personal. It's how we remember to keep each other first in the midst of the craziness of wedding timelines and very long days that leave us absolutely wiped out the day after - and sometimes even farther than that...

We Got Hit by a Dump Truck | Monday Musings

We Got Hit by a Dump Truck | Monday Musings

A little over a week ago I got up, packed the car, and picked up Nathan so we could head to Philadelphia. We drove on a Friday so we could get there early, and also because DJ and Sam had very kindly invited us to their rehearsal dinner as guests to thank us for coming. I am very vigilant about leaving WAY earlier than is necessary just in case traffic happens, so we headed out around noon and gave ourselves 7 hours for a 5 hour drive...never in a million years thinking it would take that long.

Traffic didn't hit until we got on I-295 going north past DC, and then everything came to a dead standstill. Cars were crawling forward, changing lanes was nearly impossible, and drivers everywhere looked incredibly frustrated with what was going on. Thankfully for me, Nathan was driving which meant that I could relax and just ignore the traffic, knowing we had left early enough to get there in time. I called my mom and we started to chat for a few minutes.

Out of nowhere there was a big impact on the rear driver's side of the car...

The Summer I Broke My Foot | Monday Musings

The Summer I Broke My Foot | Monday Musings

We maintain a pretty active lifestyle in our house, and even though Nathan doesn't belong to my gym we try to get outside and just DO things as much as possible. Together we bike, walk the neighborhood, run (well...I run and he skates), or try to come up with something new and fun to do. A few weeks ago a big storm came through so instead of heading outside we tried a kickboxing class and went to a roller skating rink so we could keep moving. I ran a half marathon and countless other races before, and I greatly enjoy being a 25-year-old with almost no health issues to speak of so I can keep on going even when I'm tired.

That all came crashing down on my head this summer when I broke a bone in my foot. I'm not quite sure how it happened, but I'm fairly certain it was a stress fracture. Chalk it up to using the treadmill more than running in the great outdoors because of the insane heat, but suddenly the top of my foot started hurting. And then it kept hurting, even when I put ice on it. By the time I showed it to a nurse my entire foot was swollen up like a little sausage and I couldn't wear shoes that put any pressure on the top of it...