In Love: Mr. and Mrs. K

I have a confession to make. Hopefully this will not come as too much of a surprise to you, my readers. But I have to be honest with you.

I am a hopeless romantic. A truly Sappy Soul.

When I got to this next series of images, they were so unexpected, so full of raw emotion, so joyful and beautiful and loving, I almost lost it. In a good way, of course, but tearful overwhelming nonetheless. I sat at my computer screen attempting to continue processing their images but I couldn't. It was too beautiful. Too powerful. Too real.

I'm not even sure how it happened. I mean, I'm the photographer. The camera was in my hands the entire afternoon. I took every single picture I have of Mr. and Mrs. K, of course. But somehow, in an inexplicable brain malfunction, I didn't know I had captured those pictures.

But there it was. Staring at me from my computer screen. Impossible to deny. And too beautiful to ignore. It wasn't staged. It wasn't faked. I didn't tell them what to do. (I mean, for pete's sake, I don't even remember them doing it!)

It was love. A time-tested love. A love that has seen more than its fair share of ups and downs. A growing love that started probably 30 years ago and is more alive now than it was at the beginning. He looked at her and she looked at him. They looked with eyes that have seen life together and come out stronger for it. But they didn't just look. They smiled. Even after 30 years, even after heartache and trial and loss, even after the happiest days, even after days of tears, they love being together, they love laughing with each other, and - check it out - he still holds her hand.

More beautiful than it all, though, he made her laugh. And by making her laugh, he laughed himself.

Now that's love.