Otherwise known as “the Irish angry one” and “her little blue pill. She told us of how much time he puts in to taking care of his family and friends. She said he has a heart of gold. And it was she who, with her Chicago eyes, saw this Talkeetna man on the dance floor. And the Talkeetna man saw her back. And she grew to love him, and he loved her. It was the most golden fall day in all the land. And there was much rejoicing the whole town over at the wedding of the Sicklers.
In the eloquent words of their most crippled and beloved groomsmen, “Tyler and Emily have shown me that love is hard. Love is a conscious, consistent decision. They don’t have the perfect fairytale love story, but they have an unbreakable, lasting love.” Emily & Tyler have a seven year long love story. Always hot and cold and cold and hot, until one April when they were finally led to the same path, independently, by the hands of a loving God.
Kodiak is a tiny town with a big heart for hospitality and Andrew & Jenny, while transplants, are perfectly placed in it. When they asked me to come down to document the story of their love, they invited me in like family. And that is no small thing. They have this palpable kind of love for one another. They speak their own language with their hands and faces just as equally as words and their love is the kind that’s comforting to be around. There is a special intimacy when you wed surrounded by solely your blood kin. The stories I heard and the love I experienced amidst this family is something I won’t soon forget.
If there’s one thing I’ll wave my flag for, it’s couples who plan weddings that are exactly what they want for themselves. My flag is raised high for Gary and Traci. Traci was the girl who loved Halloween all the way down to the spooky shaped guest bathroom soap bars. Gary was the man who loved her and sparked this glorious idea. So on October the eighteenth of this year past, in their home nestled beneath the mountains, Gary and Traci surprised all their friends by becoming the Weirs.