From Miss to Mrs | My Love Story
Pop the bubbly, I'm engaged!
I am so excited to go through this wedding planning journey and I can't wait to share the excitement with you.
Throwback to my first date with Brandon: June 29, 2018. We hung out, went on a mountain drive, photographed a forest fire, and talked wedding details (literally). From wedding colors to venues to bridal party, nothing was off the table. Over the next year and a half, our wedding talk grew more and more every day. It became more real every second we were together.
While discussing proposals, I had a few conditions for him:
1. I didn't want it to be incredibly public.
2. It had to be photographed.
3. My nails had to look good.
Fast forward to February 6, 2020. We were alone in the mountains (check 1), our photographer friend was with us (check 2), and my nails were gorgeous (check 3)! After a year and a half of absolute bliss together, he got down on his knee in 2 feet of snow during a blizzard next to a meth trailer.
Oh yes, you heard that right. 2 feet of snow during a blizzard next to a meth trailer. Because why make it normal when it can be as memorable as that? Let me back up a bit though.
Brandon had an idea of taking me to the Ice Castles in Dillon, CO (they're absolutely gorgeous by the way, you should totally check them out.) We went up about a week before to hang out there and we had the idea to come back and do a photoshoot there. Several days later, we were back on I-70 with some nice clothes, our photographer, and (little did I know it) an engagement ring in tow.
There was a snowstorm that day in typical Colorado February fashion, a total whiteout in the mountains and perfectly sunny in the city. We sat in traffic for several hours before realizing that we weren't getting to Dillon anytime soon and we should probably turn around before we got stuck. Brandon and our photographer Matt were furiously texting each other trying to figure things out, and we ended up pulling off of the highway to a cute trailhead in the middle of nowhere.
Now, in the parking lot of this trailhead were: one broken down semi, one tow truck that had its work cut out for it, two state patrol officers waiting for the next accident to happen on the highway, and one suspicious looking trailer that looked like the owner could be cooking meth inside.
We decided that this place was as good as any and we started down the trail, dressed to the nines in a suit and ballgown. We started taking photos and, as they say, the rest is history. ❤️
Special thanks to Matthew Greenfield for these beautiful photos, you're the real MVP