It was the sweetest of things. Aaron grabbed Heather and pulled her close — knowing full well, of course, that the camera was watching him. I think he was trying to show off. He had claimed her. Wooed her. Sent yellow roses. Put a ring on her finger. Made her happier than seemed possible. And now, he wanted to show it off. Watch out, world! Check out what I can do.
“Oh, honey! You missed!” Heather giggled. (But, let the record show: she glowed.)
“What?!” Aaron wasn’t teasing here. He had laid claim and she was just giggling. I think he was a little confused.
“That was my nose, not my lips!”
(Personally, I hope he figures out the difference before their June wedding. Just saying.)
When I showed up at Heather’s house before we started shooting, she had one box of shoes, one box of accessories, a pile of shirts, and three dresses…all waiting for my “expert” opinion and “executive” decision. I made something up and hoped it would be beautiful. When she pulled out three makeup bags of lipstick and asked me to choose a color, though, I almost dealt with an emotional meltdown. Lets just say that suddenly I felt like something less than an expert; the options were way overwhelming, even for the usually decisive me.