Love is something that comes in many forms. To some, it is an overwhelming force, to others a gentle whisper. 

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Love opens your door and tucks you into bed at night.

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Love leaves you sweet notes on the fridge and makes you feel at home… and Love is something I am lucky enough to document all the time. 

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Each morning as I clamber out of bed, I close my eyes and thank God for the extraordinary job he has given me, and for my incredible clients who trust me to tell their love stories through photographs.

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I was 12 years old when I discovered my dad’s old wedding photography camera tucked away at the back of a closet. I remember the enthusiasm I had as my dad and I sat at the kitchen table and he taught me all he knew about photography and lighting. He patiently told me the same things over and over again until I understood them. He taught me to learn from my mistakes and do better at each photoshoot. 

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Soon after, I booked my first photoshoot. I can still remember my mom driving me over to the client's house and how I stood awkwardly around until the family was ready to drive to the location of the photoshoot. I was so nervous. The whole time my heart was in my throat and my hands were sweaty, but all the uncomfortableness was worth it because I LOVED taking photos.

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After that photoshoot my name began spreading around and, soon, I was booking dozens of (free) family shoots. The next year, I second shot at my very first wedding and immediately fell in love with the glamour of weddings.