Reasons Why I Love Mr. R, #672

When I let a certain amazing photographer slip through our fingers, I was distraught. It was probably my first true bridal panic. I’d reworked our budget and squeezed every last dollar out of every last line item, sacrificing things I thought I had to have (letterpressed everything! elaborate save-the-dates! draped fabric! petal cones for every guest!) because I knew photography needed to be a priority.

I called Mr. R, and the first words out of his mouth were, “Do you want to change our date?”

Not, You’re overreacting. Not, We’ll figure something else out. And not even the true but momentarily frustrating, It’ll all be fine. Instead, he indulged me. He was willing to change everything else so that I could have this one thing that was so important to me

It’s the little things that touch your heart. Here’s to the hundreds of little things that lie ahead.