My affinity for heirlooms began the way many might...with a good old fashioned rummage through my grandparents attic. You see, I was a bride once, too. Before a career in wedding photography and mothering two little wildling boys, I planned my own special day to the man who stole my heart when we were just teenagers. 
And here’s the part where the trajectory of my life changed...while digging in that attic, I was heartbroken to find that there wasn’t a single photo of my beloved grandparents on their wedding day. Not one grainy, time-weathered image. Not a single film negative. Nada. 
When all I wanted was to see the glimmer in my grandmother’s eyes on the day she became granddad’s wife, or the way granddad gently reached for her hand like I had seen him do so many times in my life, instead there was only a sense of loss. 
I am proof that their story was filled with love, that their life and their marriage mattered, yet still, I wanted to experience their day mentally and emotionally from a time before I could have been physically present.
And I believe with every fiber of my being that your life, your story, matters too. They matter enough to be documented in a meaningful way. They matter enough so those who come after you can find photos, not only in the attic, but in heirloom albums and on your walls that say of all the choices you’ve ever made, the best one was choosing each other. 

Hey, love.
Megan, here.