us in action: 2012

it’s that time of year again! it’s time for another set of photos of andrew and i in action of the last year. this year is a slightly lengthy post because after last year’s fiasco of me having way more photos of andrew than he had of me, andrew stepped up his game this year. although, i still hold hard and fast to the fact that i still hold the title for most epic photo…you might recall the image of andrew and a certain ring? oh yes, it will live on in infamy!

so, here we go for 2012! drum roll please!

this photo? this is when andrew was convinced the lighting would be awesome…where i then proved it was impossible not to squint. see?!

that day andrew wore his hat backwards…on purpose?!

when i tried a new outlook on things…and realized i had no clue what to do up there. *insert panicked over shooting here* but i think it actually turned out a neat photo!

the time andrew captured one of my favorite photos of myself. i dont ever remember him taking it…he rocks.

this is the photo when i realized I NEEDED TO DYE MY HAIR. look at that! it’s awful!

everything about this photo kinda makes my heart go wild. white curtains flowing in the wind already are up there on my favorite things list, but this guy, he owns my heart. him+leaning+rolled sleeves+white curtains=cannot stop staring at this photo.

and this folks is the face that i fell in love with. okay, so many not exactly this face…but it shows up quite a bit during light test shots.

yea…not sure what’s going on with this face…

and there it is! the butt shot. this photo is a hazard of being an amazing dress fluffer.

this year, during our tradition of chinese takeout while decorating our christmas tree, andrew received the most incredibly amazing fortune of all time. “if you take a nut from a squirrel, prepare to be bitten.” excuse me what?! and to round out the awesomness of this fortune, andrew snuck a shot of this little dude…with a nut.

and that about sums it up for this year! until next time, in which my new goal is to catch andrew doing the dougie…or whatever next year’s wedding dance becomes.

dwell in possibility…