K & J | A Wedding Day Full of Rain, Lilacs, and the Best Kind of Surprises

Some weddings you photograph. Some weddings you live inside.

K & J’s day was the latter.

This one was extra special for me—not just because I was there as a "second shooter", but because I also stood beside the bride as a bridesmaid. It’s a rare and beautiful thing to witness a wedding day through both lenses at once: the quiet, emotional moments up close, and the wider story unfolding behind the camera.

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In the days leading up to the wedding, the forecast was… well, very on brand for spring. Rain rolled in and lingered, soaking the ground and keeping us guessing. The day before the wedding, we were out setting up in the rain—wet shoes, damp hands, and a whole lot of faith that it would all come together.

As the "florist" for the day as well, I had the honour of helping create not only the bride’s bouquet, but also the groom’s and the grandfathers’ boutonnieres. Seeing those blooms come to life in the exact conditions they love most felt like a quiet gift from the universe.

The faith we all had for the day to all came together worked! The rain never fully left, but it softened. It came and went gently, wrapping the day in that moody, romantic atmosphere photographers secretly love. The lilacs absolutely thrived—their colours deeper, their scent stronger, filling the air in a way that felt almost intentional.

Then came the ceremony—and the moment I will never forget.

Partway through, it was revealed that K & J had actually gotten married ten months earlier.

Reader… I could not control my face.

Shock would be an understatement!!!!!

Every single guest photo of me from that moment forward proves why I belong behind the camera and not in front of it!

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Apparently, my expressions were doing a lot of talking that day.

Once the ceremony wrapped and my bridesmaid and MC duties were officially complete, it was time to switch gears.

Cameras down (mostly), shoes barely hanging on, and the real celebration began. The dance floor called—and I answered enthusiastically.

By the end of the night, my bridesmaid dress was absolutely totalled. Wrinkled, stepped on, and carrying the evidence of a night well lived. I barely left the dance floor, and honestly, I wouldn’t change a thing.

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K & J’s wedding wasn’t about perfection. It was about love that had already stood the test of time, laughter that rolled easily, and a room full of people who showed up fully—rain, surprises, and all.

Those are the days worth remembering.

Those are the stories I’m honoured to tell.

xoxo

Cass 🤍