This time of year, I get about one wedding album every week or two. Each time, I carefully carry the box to a table and brush all the junk to the floor. I peel back the perfectly adhered packaging tape and take a deep breath. I am so calm as I start to flip open the 4 cardboard tabs until, the smell of leather escapes the box. My nostrils and brain fill with excitement and there it is.... My incredibly beautiful album. (Okay, not actually mine to keep, but for a moment it is all mine.) I quickly pluck it from the box and, just as the times before, I take snapshots.
I only recently realized I am still obnoxiously obsessed with each one. As if it is the first one I have ever seen - that is why I know these are amazing albums and my heart and soul has gone into the design!
When I deliver them, I L.O.V.E. the anticipation of my client peeling back the first page and then watching their jaws drop. Moms instantly start crying, brides flip a page or two before that single tear hits the 3rd page. I can't seem to ever get the tissues quick enough. Then, I sit back and wait.
When I hear the soft slap of the last page closing, and our eyes meet again, I know they are never going to be the same. This album represents a love story, a celebration, and new beginnings. My heart is so happy.