When I first decided to make the leap to become full time wedding photographer I was scared. No, petrified. I was leaving all that I knew, all that I had worked SO hard for. I went to school to become a news photographer. I spent five years working nights and weekends, covering floods, funerals, courtrooms and football games. I won awards and accolades and our newsroom became my home. But suddenly here I was giving my two weeks notice. What was I doing? I knew what I needed to do. My heart was screaming "Follow Your Dreams" but my rational side was pulling me back, into reality. How could I make a living as a wedding photographer? It's too risky. This is safe. This is where you belong. Stay.

But I knew better. The call to follow my dream was stronger than any rational fear I conjure up in my mind. Now was my time to step out on the edge and jump.

Almost nine months later, I've worked just as hard as I did these past five years, to build a strong foundation for my business. I've enjoyed every minute of celebrating with each couple I have worked with.

On Saturday I was reminded of how much I love what I do. I was reminded WHY I do what I do. I was reminded of how important my job is, documenting the beginning of a couple's love story, documenting the power of a great love story.

As I drove home I thought about my previous job. I thought about how long I struggled with the question of whether or not I should become a wedding photographer. And I smiled knowing that I followed my heart and trusted in God to provide a way. I took a step of faith, out on the edge, and jumped.

Now here I am living it all out.

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