Rehearsal Dinner Hunting

Written by Guy

My Mother never ceases to amaze me. Despite living across the country and only visiting Oregon once, she somehow found the perfect little venue for our wedding rehearsal dinner. It’s unreal.

Months before Megan and I would have started the search, my mom casually texts me a few Monday mornings ago and asks me if I have thought of a place yet. A place for what? I ask. We just booked the venue. I say.  Rehearsal dinners and other practical things were simply out of my mind, I think she could tell that I was clueless — or hopeless. Either way, she was there to my rescue (like always).

So one Sunday morning we took a drive to see Singer Hill Cafe — Oregon City’s best kept secret. This little cafe could be a wedding venue itself. It’s a wonderland of vertical gardens inside and out, and a myriad of goldfish ponds worked into and around the tables. Everywhere you look at Singer Hill there is life. It has positive energy, mixed with the perfect touch of tranquility and modern homeyness that we want for our wedding guests.

In other words: We loved it.

In three more words: Thank you Mother.


An Oregon Coast Engagement

Written by Megan.

Third time's the charm! Or was it four?

That’s how many times we had to reschedule with our good friend Ed Dasso and his lovely wife Lyric for engagement photos. Oregon Coast weather predictability is about as good as predicting the next US President. You aren’t sure if you even want to know the final results.

Rescheduling is not all that bad, this allowed us the time to really plan out the shoot. Ed was even able to make a pre-shoot trip to scout out locations. Guy and I looked over several inspirational engagement ideas and we discussed our aspirations.

Our outfit ideas may have changed over this time, but one thing did not. We simply had to shoot at the dunes. I had visions of sweeping sand and a stunning horizon. I knew Ed would be able to capture these visions perfectly.

You see, Ed and I have been shooting together since 2011. I recall my first experience working with Ed and Lyric. I was initially impressed by them and then their work. They have true love and respect for each other. That is something so wonderfully rare to see.

Something else unique about Ed’s work is that he uses film. It’s funny that this is a rarity when it used to be all we had with which to work. I am always excited to see what he is able to capture with his variety of cameras he packs along to each shoot. I swear each time he pulls out a new film camera it causes me a brief moment of camera gear swooning.

We are absolutely thrilled with the results of our shoot and are proud to say Ed will be shooting our wedding too. Ed is incredibly talented and an inspiration. We have shared them below for you to enjoy!

Please check out more of Ed's work here: Ed Dasso Photography




She said "yes"

This post written by Guy.

We got engaged! Yes, I engaged her! (coining that term)

Last Friday morning, about 10am, I felt my pocket vibrate twice. Buzz. Buzz. The vibrations were long and spaced about fifteen seconds apart. This is relevant only because it let me know that I received two emails, not texts. Sitting in a meeting, I was unable to look at my phone — but the anticipation of those emails set my mind racing.

For several weeks now I have been on pins and needles, waiting. Specifically, I had been waiting for a shipping confirmation email from Miss Heidi Gibson. If you don’t know, Heidi Gibson makes some of the most elegant and timeless engagement rings you will ever see. So, even more specifically, I was waiting on notification that my ring was ready and shipped so that I could officially ask Megan to be my wife and companion for the rest of our lives.

Entirely incapable of explaining why, I just knew those two punctuated vibrations in my pocket were from Heidi. Needless to say, my heart was beating excitedly and I lost what was said towards the end of that meeting.

 “I have good news! Your ring has been shipped! Woo!”

That’s how Heidi began her email. I read it over and over again, at least twenty times, staring at my phone screen with a feeling flowing in me somewhere at the intersection of utter shock, absolute joy, and child-like wonder. There are no words. It was just bliss to read those words.

Now let’s jump forward to Saturday morning. I had been giving my absolute best effort to keep this monumental secret from Megan. For nearly 24 hours now I had been suppressing the tugging urge to tell her everything and propose before the ring even arrived.

Fun Fact: I am incapable of keeping secrets from Megan. For the past three weeks, I keep giving her Christmas presents early because I am too excited to wait. It got expensive.

We were getting ready for a staycation weekend in Downtown Portland (but I’ll get to that adventure in the next post.) My phone vibrated again, this time on the bathroom counter as we both were stepping out of the shower. Buzz-buzz. The vibrations this time were close together and much shorter, like stutter steps. It was a text message.

 “It’s here!!”

Megan’s sister had been on lookout duty for me to make sure Megan didn’t see the package arrive. I read the text, my heart skipped three beats, and I hurriedly threw on joggers and ran down stairs. Opening the Fedex package in the garage with Priscilla, my hands were shaking. The ring was perfection, it glowed with the supernatural beauty an item endowed with eternal power. Instantly I knew, this is my Wife’s ring — Her ring.

 “When are you going to propose? Tonight?” ~ Priscilla.

Now. Not tomorrow, not tonight, not later today. Now. It was the only response that made sense. I knew the day that I met Megan that I loved her and wanted to marry her. In my mind, I had been waiting six months to ask the question already. I simply could not accept waiting any longer.

Quickly, huddling for a team meeting, Priscilla, Sentilla (Megan’s sisters), and I devised a plan for the proposal so that we could capture it all on camera — of course. Meanwhile, Megan was clueless upstairs getting ready. This was our plan: I would suggest to Sentilla and Priscilla that one of them take a few pictures of us before we head out. During the impromptu and entirely unplanned photo session, I would “pop the question.”

The next hour of waiting for Megan to get ready was a blur. I vaguely remember watching Elf, actively trying to not rush Megan, and brushing my teeth. My memory of everything else is clouded by the delightful surge of excited anxiety that overwhelmed my consciousness. I felt like a kid asking a girl to a dance for the first time. Picture a ten year old boy, bow tie, holding a single flower and rose-red from blushing: that was me.

Meanwhile she was clueless.

That was my day leading up to the moment my life changed forever. I wish I could tell you how I proposed, but that memory is a feeling that no words could capture. Like a symphony of impulses, kisses, and sentiment, explaining how I asked Megan to marry me would be as silly and fruitless as discussing why music moves us. It just does.

Fortunately, Sentilla caught the whole thing on camera and I am forever grateful for that.

We are engaged. I engaged her.