Writing and I have a love/hate relationship. I grew up loving English and literature and all things written. I loved to walk through used book stores and would run my fingers along the spines of the books. I’d open really old books and inhale that certain distinct smell that they acquire as they age. Most things smell worse with age, but not books. They only get better with time. And so I went to University for English, Language and Literature. I wrote exams. I wrote essays. And more essays. And then a dozen more. One semester I had 5 advanced essay courses all at once. My love for writing started to vanish. I started to loathe it. I started to write what I knew the professors wanted instead of what I really felt inside. I stopped writing because I loved it and only wrote to get the grade. With every paper I handed in, a small part of my passion for written craft was handed over too.
When Ewan and I first started our business I was still intending on being a high school English teacher. I dragged myself to class and scribbled down thoughts on Chaucer and iambic pentameter and commas. But my heart was somewhere else. As the business grew, I started taking a more active roll in it than just assisting Ewan. When this became a full time career for both of us, something happened inside of me. I was inspired again. I was helping Ewan to capture beautiful moments on a couple’s happiest day. I felt like I was telling a story in an entirely different way. Not with a pen on lined paper. But with a camera and photographs. I felt like running straight to a book store and just sitting there enjoying all of those words all around me. I felt like writing again.
And so we started the blog. Two years ago this January I put up our first post and it said : “We have a new blog! New photos will be added regularly. Please check again soon!” It was far from eloquent. It was far from a literary classic. But it was something. It was pen to paper (or fingers to keys, if you’d rather). It was a place to start. I didn’t know if anyone was reading or anyone cared, but I had big hopes for the blog. The comments were few and far between and usually pretty random. Things like “Hi Brianna, it’s mom. I love you”. Thanks mom for that support! I never imagined though that the blog would become what it is today. And I am truly, wonderously, insanely humbled at where our blog has ended up. Thank you to all of our regular followers, casual drop-ins and commenters. Thank you for sharing in our photos, listening to my ramblings about life and being a part of our couple’s love stories. Thank you for being you! And a special big thanks to Maryanne Grieves from Elegance Bridal for inviting me to be a guest writer on her blog today. Happy Friday!
- Brianna
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