It was early on a Saturday morning. My hubby walked into the bedroom chatting away to someone on the phone about a photographer being sick, and needing a replacement.. Okay, maybe it wasn’t that early but hey – it was Saturday morning. I curled up under the duvet and pulled my pillow over my head. Was I dreaming?
A few minutes later, the aroma of espresso enters my room, and after a few long blinks, and a very large yawn, I’m awake. Sort of. Jake explains. I need to call my friend Heather, they need pictures done, and the photographer they hired was sick. Her hubby was going to be gone out of town for a month, so they needed them today. I called Heather back, let her know I’d need to eat some eggs first but that I’d be there in a little over an hour. As we pulled in, the blue skies blew over, and some rain clouds were moving in. It all worked out perfectly and the downpour never happened. There were a few spits and splatters here and there, which added to the overall glow and loveliness of these photos. A wonderful way to spend a Saturday morning.