About ten years ago, in junior high, my baby brother asked a girl to be his girlfriend.
We all thought it was funny and cute that they both happened to be named Tyler. We would joke about if they ever got married and she changed her last name, figuring out whose mail was for whom could get complicated. Tyler (the girl one) soon just became part of the family. She’s been there for every birthday, ball game, holiday, and in the delivery room when my daughter was born. She was even the first person who agreed to let me photograph them when I decided to turn my photography hobby into a career. (Side Note: She definitely got stuck in a tree that day. I had to grab her by the butt to get her down. In front of a bunch of frisbee golf players.)
And, gosh, my baby brother. It seems like yesterday I was dressing his chubby butt up in my dance leotards and dragging him around the house like he was my own baby. It’s unbelievable that a couple of weeks ago I got a call asking if I would be willing to photograph his proposal on New Year’s Eve. And I was told that there would be a puppy involved.
Um. Yes. Have all of my yesses.
After a decade of dating, Ty figured he’d go big and go home. (I’m hilarious. Okay, not really.) New Years Eve is special in and of itself, but it’s also the day Jasmine, their German Shepherd (who might as well be their child), was born three years ago. He picked out another German Shepherd puppy Tyler fell in love with on one of those pet Facebook groups; Alex, Laurel, and I got to be on puppy duty for two days while we kept it a surprise for Tyler. He worked with Alejandra at Sissy’s Log Cabin to find the absolute perfect ring.
Our family gets together for game night pretty often, so we figured we could plan a New Years Eve party at my mom’s house without anything being suspect. And if Tyler did put on her FBI hat and get a hunch something was up, we decided to give her the puppy first as kind of like a decoy then just when she least expected it — *BAM* engagement ring!
Since Ty obviously had to do a bunch of running around, he made up the excuse that he was buying them a new washer and dryer and had to go back and forth to the store because they had a problem with the order. He even told her there would be a delivery at their house so she would have to wait there (and not stalk him to the jewelry store).
Of course, Jasmine definitely had to be incorporated in the proposal as well. Tyler’s little sister arranged getting a sign made for Jasmine to wear asking: “Will you marry my dad?” Funny side story: As Jasmine walked in, evidently the sign was a little low because it was clunk, clunk, clunking on the floor with every step she made. It was hysterical. She sounded like a cow. My mom was frantically trying to fix the sign while Tyler’s mom was trying to keep her distracted with photobooth props. Things were pretty tense.
At last, Tyler sees Jasmine wearing the sign. There were tears. Everywhere. All over the place. Ty apologized that there was no washer and dryer after all and asked if she would like to marry him instead. After some trial and error, he figured out which hand to put the ring on and through all her happy tears Tyler said “…well, okay!” Afterward, we all watched a sweet slideshow of videos their closest friends and family sent in to congratulate them. At one point, Tyler said: “I GOT A PUPPY AND A RING!?”
The other day, my mom was recalling when we were all younger, we’d wonder who everyone would eventually get married to. What would their names be? What would they look like? Where would they be from?
In this case, they would unknowingly grow up a street away from each other in Windsor Valley.
They would both have fathers named Paul and mothers with middle names Marie.
They would both be named Tyler.
And they would both be the perfect match for each other.
(Also, I’m really happy that Tyler didn’t hold the whole “me getting her stuck in a tree three years ago” thing against me because photographing this gorgeous wedding of two of some the most important people in my life is going to be the best. day. ever.)