One never knows quite what they’re walking into when arriving to a wedding every weekend. Energy is always running high amidst the aroma of hair spray and mimosas. But the energy in Gabrielle’s hotel room was different than I had ever felt. You see, this beautiful bride had suffered the inexplicable tragedy of a miscarriage that very morning. As a wedding photographer, I speak the language of story – and every love story asks to be told in it’s own unique way. This was a love story I had never run into before — the love story between parents and their unborn child, buried in the cliffside with a forever view of the Pacific Ocean. If there is one thing I have learned as a storyteller, it’s that life is messy. But as the late, great Leonard Cohen sang, “There is a crack, a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.”
