cassie + lyn / destination wedding/ tulum, Mexico

they’re married, they’re married, they’re married!

most weddings feel like a blur, and even though this celebration spanned a few days, it was a blur just the same. a blur filled with thick humidity, endless pina coladas, new friends who quickly felt like old, social justice talks with lots of smartey pants folks, poems, happy tears, AAAAAHS!!!, tequila sponsored dancing, unicorn sponsored swimming, and a whole lot of sunburns. having a four day celebration meant that lyn and cass got to spend time with each of their guests, and the whole thing felt like a very collective celebration. this colorado couple curated an impressive weekend at dreams in tulum that was simple, thoughtful, balanced, and gorgeous. i never wanted to leave.

six years later and i am still nervous before every wedding i photograph (i hope that never ever changes) but this made me eeeexxxxxxtra nervous–not only because cass is an unbelievably talented wedding photographer herself, but because a “getting on my radar” email two years ago from a name i didn’t recognize has since turned into a supremely significant friendship with two people i would consider family. cassie is frank, strong-willed, quick-witted, brilliantly creative #ladyboss with a contagious, commanding presence, a mind full of ideas, and a stream of constant affirmations for those around her. lyn is a nurturing, thoughtful, hilarious, open, brilliant writer and poet that that without fail brings a distinctly comforting presence and balance to any situation ive seen her in. together they are generous, hilarious, perfectly balanced, and love the people (and dogs :)))) around them so, so well. their relationship teaches me so much about how love and commitment is a constant, difficult but rewarding choice. they are constantly choosing one another. their wedding was such a testament to that. they spent separate mornings with their ~people~, were visibly more relaxed the second the rejoined in the afternoon, practiced their teary, beautiful vows with one another before the chaos of the day really picked up, were married in front of the ocean surrounded by 40 loved ones, had beautiful poems spoken over them (i included some below!), and daaaaaanced until everyone was drunk enough to sneak past security and jump into the pool in full wedding gear. i’m so so grateful to know such beautiful humans and to be trusted to partake and document this beautiful part of their story.

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon…
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us
to be careful

to be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true.

I want to know if you can disappoint another

to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day.

And if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes.”

It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

(emily ambrose)

“You know that place between sleep + awake;
that place where you can still remember dreaming?
That’s where I’ll always love you.
That’s where I’ll be waiting.”

(JM Berry)

I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at with a mouthful of forevers. We have both known loss like the sharp edges of a knife.
We have both lived with lips more scar tissue than skin.
Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given upon asking love to come.
I think that has to be part of its miracle.
This is how we heal. I will kiss you like forgiveness.
You will hold me like I’m hope.
Our arms will bandage and we will press promises between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat on your skin.
I will write novels to the scar of your nose.
I will write a dictionary of all the words I have used trying to describe the way it feels to have finally, finally found you.
And I will not be afraid of your scars.
I know sometimes it’s still hard to let me see you in all your cracked perfection, but please know: whether it’s the days you burn more brilliant than the sun or the nights you collapse into my lap your body broken into a thousand questions, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.

(clementine von radics)

 

“Love is many things
and sometimes we are never really sure if it even exists,
But all I know is that if you were
To show me her soul in a photograph I wouldn’t even ask to see the others.”

(christopher poindexter)

cheers you two, xo

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