For so long, years probably, I seriously didn't know Justin's first name, but I knew Justin. I just thought his name was Motes because our mutual friend, Kyle Skaggs, only ever referred to him as "Motes" when I was around. So when Justin's sister, Krista, referred me to Chelsea and Justin, I was completely dumbfounded that the groom-to-be, Justin, was actually "Motes". I know that for the few of you reading this that might not be such a big deal, but I kid you not, my mind was actually blown (insert mind blown sound and hand gestures). This was by far one of the most relaxed and easiest weddings I've ever photographed. And when I say that it was easy, that's not to say that there were no challenges that presented themselves - there were - but when other people, total strangers essentially, are willing and forthcoming to be so helpful and gracious...then the hard part is over. For me, it's never a "job," because to me, the term "job" has taken on such a negative connotation that I refuse to refer to what I do as such. I am incredibly fortunate to be able to do what I actually want to do, both during the '9 to 5' as well as this. This isn't a job. This is a fortunate choice.