I've known Melissa (Momo) since the glory days in junior high. Back when it was still called junior high and not middle school. Back when middle parts and Birkenstocks weren't trendy or cool. I'm proud to say I was a champion for both before they gained their public repute. Yes, we were friends back when ribbon belts and butterfly clips and Bath and Body Works roll-on-glitter adorned every awkward tween girl's waist and head and neck. Like literally, I had glitter all over my neck. I really gunked that crap on there. You couldn't even see skin. It's like I was wearing a sparkly turtle neck underneath my Old Navy graphic tee that was bragging about some obscure, unimportant number. "Old Navy #16!" As I said, glory days.
Suffice it to say I love Momo to pieces. She's been the dearest friend to me through thick and thin. Thick being the blissful afternoons spent on the lake after school every day spring of senior year, and thin being the weekly consumption of 12 Taco Cabana tortillas plus queso in one sitting. I genuinely thought that was a "snack." I think I kept the impending weight off with all the human horse courses I ran in my front and back yard (Momo was there for that too). Horse courses, for all you sad unfortunates who do not know the joy, are what crazy horse girls do so that they can further pursue their dream of becoming an actual horse. To try on your own: simply acquire and lace together elements in your back or front yard and make oneself jump over said elements over and over again, each time perfecting pace, form, and take off distance. Okay yes, it's like a obstacle course, but it's also not BECAUSE IT'S A HORSE COURSE OKAY? Momo was not a horse crazy person, and yet she participated in the horse courses whole heartedly. Now that's a friend, people.
Melissa and Jordan are getting married in October and I couldn't be happier for them. I love them both and taking their engagement photos was such a joy. Engagements are some of my favorites to photograph because guys can't help but wear their heart on their sleeve when their lady is all dolled up and the sun is gleaming down and he gets to hug her real close. Jordan, thanks for loving my dearest bud the way you do. Momo, thanks for loving me through the days when I wore khakis and polos on the weekends too, just because I liked them.
Cheers to the future Mr. and Mrs. Jordan John!