Amy + Jack {Love Story}

More than 2 hours away from home, Amy headed to the KC Hall in Newton IL for a wine tasting with her cousin. She vividly remembers walking in the building, scanning the bar as she passed through, and being stopped in her tracks. The man at the bar who made her take notice was Jack. She’d never seen him before, but absolutely knew he was the man she’d marry. He noticed her soon after, and was very nervous to approach her but knew he had to. She was sipping her Jack and diet coke next to the foosball table, and without anything else clever or charming to say he asked “Would you like to play a game of foosball?”. They laughed the entire time and before they knew it, the bar was closing and the only light left on in the building besides the jukebox. And right there in that bar by the light of the jukebox, she asked him if she could kiss him. That was the beginning of their forever.
3 years, thousands of memories, and the birth of their son later, Jack and their son Lee were fast asleep. Amy awoke Jack from his sleep, concerned because he seemed like he was hiding something from her. Things weren’t adding up with his stories, and she wanted to understand what was going on. He beat around the bust and tried to avoid the questions, but he finally couldn’t hide it anymore. Jack got down on one knee, sat 15 month old Lee on his knee and said “come on buddy, just like we practiced…” and asked her to marry him (as well asked for Lee as well if mommy would marry daddy!). She didn’t get a wink of sleep that night because of all the excitement and emotions. Her very first thought upon laying eyes on Jack had come true, he’s be the man she’d marry. They’ll do just that this August surrounded by family and friends!
Enjoy a sneak peek at Amy & Jack’s gorgeous winter session!!ajblog001ajblog002ajblog003ajblog004ajblog005ajblog006ajblog007ajblog008ajblog009

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