There’s something mystifying about having a wish suddenly materialize. It puts a question mark over the head of even the most feverish atheist, I’d bet. I was about five years old the first time I had a wish mysteriously granted. My next-door-neighbour and I were really angry at each. I don’t remember why we were fighting but the result was that we were both frowning alone in our front yards, deliberately not looking at each other, pretending to have fun without the other. I got the impression he was having more fun because his toys were better and I was getting angrier. He was running around in circles with his toy plane and I wished–prayed even–that he’d fall into a big pile of dog shit, and it immediately happened. In tears with poop on his knees he disappeared into his house while I marvelled at my godly powers. My next 10 billion wishes didn’t work out, but one day a decade later, I was at the beach and I wished I had a frisbee. Then (I swear) one landed at my feet. I didn’t see where it came from. I looked around and nobody came to claim it. I even held it up in the air, expecting somebody to run over. Nobody did, so I played frisbee with my friends. I kept the frisbee and treated it like a sacred object until it was just gone one day. Then last year, Rae and I were driving around the North End of Halifax and I loved how casually friendly and bubbly the name ‘Buddy Daye street’ sounded. Agricola is a cool name too, but nowhere near as distinctive as Buddy Daye street. I wished I knew how the street got its name, and then Amy and Otis contacted us for their wedding photography, and it turns out that Buddy Daye was Otis’s grandfather. The street was named after him for his community service and because he was a professional boxer. Halifax has a cool history.
Let it be known by all reading this that I hereby declare that I wish for a million dollars. You are all witnesses.
Amy & Otis’s wedding was a beautiful and hilarious day, but it wasn’t until the reception speeches that I began to realize how much strength I was surrounded by. Everybody was eating an amazing meal cooked by Otis’s mom (with help), and when I looked at her, I couldn’t help but notice that she looked not only happy, but well rested and fresh. How can you cook for that many people, and look refreshed? Then, Amy’s son gave a speech that was so hilarious that I actually had difficulty steadying my camera because of my laughter. It was the funniest speech I’d ever heard, with a social wit and wisdom well beyond his (17?) years. As I realized how well put together Amy’s sons are, it started to dawn on me how amazing Amy is. As a single mom, she somehow raised to really good kids, while she also went to school and pushed forward her career (she’s a principal at a school). And the way people spoke about Otis was touching. Otis is unflinchingly himself and unassumingly good-natured. It’s disarming. Halifax is better for having people like this.
Here are a few our favourites from their wedding. We hope you enjoy these half as much as we loved taking them.
Ceremony Venue: Cornwallis Street Baptist Church
Reception Venue: Greek Orthodox Church Hall
Photography: Topher & Rae Studios (that’s us)
Bridal Gown: David’s Bridal
Hair: Spirit Spa
Tuxes: Tip Top Tailors