This is partly a story about blueberries and partly a story about the golden hour.
Backstory: my sister got engaged recently.
And I wanted to share part of the engagement story with you because 1) duh, this stuff’s fun (: 2) the sunset photos were ah-mazing that night, and 3) I think it’s a good metaphor about love.
Let’s work backwards from that list. 3) My sister once described their relationship this way. “I think it’s like this,” she explained. “The other night, I was making dinner for us. Jeremiah loves blueberries. I’m not a big fan; I’d much rather have cherries. But I know he likes blueberries, so I bought them as a dessert because I knew it would make him happy, and that would make me happy. He, not knowing that I’d done that, walked in the door with cherries, for the exact same reason. So we both got to have what we wanted, though both of us had put the other’s happiness before our own.”
Isn’t that a great and simple way to summarize a relationship? Selfless love, wherein both people end up with what they want and need by striving to first be generous toward the other?
So now to 2). When planning the engagement, Jeremiah looped me in at a bagel shop a few days prior (bagels are a sure-fire way to loop me into anything). He wanted to propose at a beach that they’d fallen in love at. After running through little details, we set our timing on the golden hour because of the prime picture-taking opportunity. The day of the proposal, we scoped out where I could hide nearby to take pictures, and then I waited as Jeremiah went to pick up my sister. As I waited, the sky put on the most amazing display of colors. Jeremiah and I had timed the golden hour down to a few specific minutes, but for HOURS the sky changed from bright pinks to deep blues to hazy yellows. After he popped the question we sipped champagne and watched the sky unfurl so much more than just one golden hour. It was almost like a celebration of the occasion.
Which leads us to 1). Now wasn’t that fun? (: Here are the photos…