The other day, Porter and I were walking around the city and he turned to me and said, “You want to know what’s weird? As a kid, I always thought my dad looked like he was in high school in his wedding photos, and I would think to myself, ‘I wonder what I’ll look like when I get married,’ then the other day it occurred to me that it was this. This is what I’ll look like.” For some reason, that made us both laugh, maybe because his tone sounded partially disappointed, and maybe because childhood has this way of leaving people with the impression that life moves neatly toward milestones and checkmarks, and that, when you get to them, you look and feel the part. Like when you’re a mom, you’ll look like a mom, and when you’re a grandmother, you’ll suddenly look that role, too. But life doesn’t really work that way (from our vantage point at least). And in a strange way, it feels very fun and very us to be outrunning “looking the part” or ticking off the proper boxes in the proper order.
A few days ago, I was going through some older blog posts and rereading them. This is something I try really hard not to do because I think most people who write on this sort of platform (myself included) have a tough time looking back and not finding the bulk of it cringeworthy. But I had a weak moment and decided to read some old posts anyway and came across something I wrote around New Years. I wrote that I badly wanted this year to be the kind that “swept the rug out from under me,” one that would bring a lot of unforeseen big changes and require the kind of in-the-moment lifestyle I feel like we both thrive in. I read it out to Porter, and he told me I’d jinxed us. I’m not completely convinced I didn’t.
The rug has definitely been swept out (and I don’t see our footing steadying any time soon). We’ve been a little MIA from blogging lately which (I hope) makes sense given that planning a wedding is about 120% harder than we thought it would be, and we’re simultaneously starting to fully wrap our heads around (and get our apartment organized around) the fact that we’re leaving Boston in just about 7 weeks. Unpredictable. Challenging. Patience-testing. A little dreamlike. I could probably spend a decent amount of time describing how this process makes you experience the whole spectrum of human emotions on about a 48 hour cycle. But I won’t. Instead, I’ll say that we’re grateful for the way a very busy action-oriented lifestyle keeps the small things from absorbing time and energy, and constantly pushes what really matters back into the center of your mind. I don’t have time to worry about the bedroom blinds being duct-taped to the window frame or the ten boxes of groomsmen’s shoes Porter decided to build a pyramid out of in the centre of our not-exactly-ginormous apartment. But I wouldn’t want to. We’re experiencing every day as it unfolds, and, according to that New Years post, that’s exactly what we both thought we wanted. Fortunately, we were right.
In the next couple of months, I’m going to try to be diligent about sharing wedding prep info and trip prep info on here, and the way we’ve included ethically-driven products from start to finish will be featured in August over on The Good Trade. So far, our wedding aesthetic is going to be pretty reflective of what translates through our photography: minimalist, sustainably-driven, simple things given the room to make a big impression.
It’s starting to slowly come together, and I’m grateful to say that it feels very us and very true to what matters to us. Now, we just pray it doesn’t rain.
Anna Lisa & Porter