I don’t know how you did it. But you found each other. Maybe early on. Maybe late. Maybe after too many drinks but damn it… You. Found. Each other.

Brava.

Life pulls us in wild directions and somehow on this wild ride, right in the middle of it, there you both are. Holding hands.

That's magic. 

That’s the story I’m after. 

I don’t need your poses. I’m not interested in your rehearsed smile.

We often get caught up in looking good instead of feeling good.

Just look at each other and laugh with your person. You share something special. A glance. A giggle. A hand on the shoulder that just puts you at ease. 

Click. 

And that's what I am looking for. We’ll wander. We’ll joke. We’ll probably get our feet wet. You’ll forget there’s a lens on you because it doesn’t matter if we get it right. Just that we feel right. 

Not for the likes. Not for the save the date cards. Not even for your parents.

For you.

So ten years from now, when life’s heavy and loud and fast, you’ll look back and remember what your love felt like in this moment.

Here.

On Maui.

Together. 

That’s the lens I view your love through. 

So bring your love, your mess, your laughs and I’ll bring my lens. 

~V