A past client once told me that she had more butterflies in her tummy at her husband's homecomingthan she did at their own wedding . I thought, how romantic :) When I met Kelsea, I could see that she too had those same butterflies. Not the sweet ones that flutter and tickle, but rather the big ones that disrupt your thoughts and even your balance. Kelsea knows what I'm talking about, right? :)
I had so much fun with this group who waited in the dark to greet their husband, their brother, their son-in-law, their friend. The jokes and laughter never stopped and I could feel their excitement bouncing through the air and it helped to pass the time. It seemed to be an eternity before the bus finally arrived. But when it did, it stopped just feet ahead of us. Kelsea watched the exiting Marines intently, searching for a familiar face. When she laid eyes on her husband it was an all-out blitz. She certainly takes the cake for best leap into her Marine's arms, and the two of them hugged and kissed more than any other couple I've witnessed. They just could not get enough of each other. It was a joy to watch their love and smiles fill the night.
I'm honored to have been a part of this homecoming, as I am with all homecomings. I never tire of the waiting, the anticipation, the uncertainty. There is no better reward than watching hearts and families become whole again and I cherish these moments just like my clients do. I will never have the words to adequately express how gratifying this part of my photography journey has been. And with that, I invite you to take a look at Kelsea and her husband's homecoming story...