I tormented over the pile of eleven letters I had in front of me. Each presenting a distinctly different path. Different opportunities. A truly different life. I felt as though I was dressed up in a heinous costume on “Let’s Make a Deal” and choosing what between what could lead to either a Hawaiian vacation…. or a goat.

“There’s no wrong choice” my sweet momma tried to assured me.

“This isn’t ‘Chutes and Ladders’ Mom, this could change everything I become.”

You see, I truly believed with every ounce of my being that my life would end up enormously different dependent upon which college I chose to attend. Buried in one of the choices was my future husband, and if I did not select the college he too would attend then I was certain I would end up lonely and raising weiner dogs for competitive weiner dog races (not such a bad life I’m assured, but not the one I had envisioned for myself). I made the decision to attend Cal Poly and graduated…. single.

Right before college graduation I sat with another pile of letters. Each presenting a distinctly different path. Different opportunities. A truly different life. I once again convinced myself that the job I chose to take would lead to my future husband. I turmoiled over the decision and ended up at one of the Big 4 Accounting firms… conducting IT system controls auditing.

For those of you that know Blaine, you know that I most certainly did not meet him in that line of work. God has a funny way of letting things happen as they should- not necessarily how you plan. I was convinced that I would meet my husband in college or at work, and I ended up meeting him through childhood friends (who just had their second baby… congrats and we love you!!!). We should have met on a multitude of occasions, however I genuinely believe that we met when we were supposed to meet.

Enter Matt and Cristin….. believe it or not, buried in that second pile of letters was one offer to work at the same exact office that Matt and Cristin met. All that to say if Cristin or Matt turmoiled over a pile of letters at least you could say that their turmoil in retrospect was justified…. because it their decisions lead to each other. Despite the fact that we did not meet in that phase of my life, I knew moments after I received Cristin’s first email that we were destined to meet and work together, albeit without my auditing cap. We clicked right away, and despite the intense downpour (my socks were not even dry with full blast heat on from SF to San Jose…), I think that we got some AMAZING photos.

I can’t wait for your January wedding…. well in advance of planting season:)

xoxo,
SAW

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