Smiling with Approval

After a welcomed break from the unusual humidity, a slight breeze rustled the trees along the Marbella Country Club golf course, their arms waving against a turquoise sky. After passing the buzzing wait staff—swirling around the outdoor tables like bumble bees—A was found sitting and staring at herself in a three-way mirror while the stylist pulled tendrils away from her porcelain face. She glanced at using only her eyes and smiled brightly. The beauty about A is the fact she doesn’t know how beautiful she really is, or at least doesn’t act like she does. She didn’t fuss in the mirror when the stylist was finished or insist that something—the hair, the makeup, the nail polish—was wrong. She just leaned toward the mirror, tilted her pensive face, and smiled with approval.

A’s smile remained throughout the course of day but was most vibrant upon seeing her groom at the altar. P, who was just about as stunning as his blushing bride, reciprocated A’s smile, as if the two were staring into a mirror.

Throughout the evening, A would look up from her sweetheart table and ask the coordinator to ensure we had eaten, had drinks, and were situated comfortably. She was almost more concerned with us, than with her guests. Once the reception was full-swing, she danced over and asked if there was anything she could do for us. That’s A. Always wanting to smile with approval. When we promised we were very well taken care of, we did what she probably wanted most: We smiled with approval

Here are a few from Saturday…









**Thanks, again, Jessica for inviting me to shoot along side you**