A couple of months after this wedding, I got a call from the groom, Ben, telling me he had crocheted a blanket for our baby and asking it he could bring it by.
I was blown away that one of our clients had taken the time to make something so personal (and time-consuming!) for us. But it shouldn’t have been that much of a shock, really. That is just who Ben is.
Maureen keeps a very busy schedule as a nurse, with early mornings and long days, and Ben makes sure she is taken care of. He has dinner ready for her every night when she comes home, and he handled most of the logistics for the wedding.
Their December wedding at The Dewberry was this gorgeous new hotel’s second wedding ever, and our first Charleston wedding since moving here a year and a half ago. It was also my first wedding since giving birth to our daughter, Roxy.
Maureen, a Charleston native, and Ben, an Englishman, were married in the courtyard, then celebrated in the ballroom, which was lit beautifully by chandeliers and candlelight, perfect for a winter wedding. Despite the frigid evening, they bundled up and made their getaway in a pedicab, under a cascade of confetti.
The things I will remember the most from this wedding: Ben’s friends back home in London dressing up and celebrating from afar through the iPad (they were with us every step of the way, starting with Ben getting ready); Maureen’s laughter during the ceremony; the gorgeous light during portraits in Marion Square; the wedding cake which was made completely of cheese; the men’s bow ties and Maureen’s hairpiece, which were made of feathers and handcrafted by Charleston’s own Brackish Bow Ties; and the insane amount of confetti it took to see these two off.
I will also remember that we spent New Year’s Eve together, back at The Dewberry, toasting with champagne and dancing to Madonna.
I will always be proud that this was our first local wedding as Charleston wedding photographers, but what we really have to show for it are two fantastic new friends.