“Jenny...was awesome. That's an empty term these days. Costco gas is "awesome." Bottomless fries are "awesome." Seinfeld reruns are "awesome." No shade here -- nothing wrong with any of those things -- but that's not the meaning I'm trying to invoke. Jenny wasn't "awesome." Jenny...was *awesome.* She was professional: punctual and capable, organized and efficient, commanding when she needed to herd wayward in-laws and subtle when she needed to melt into the background. She was experienced: brimming with knowledge and advice when asked, but respectful of our goals and quick to pivot to facilitate our vision. She was artistic: keen-eyed and creative, nerding out over the possibilities afforded by every corner of our venue, a wizard with pixels and colors and light. But more than that, Jenny was warm. My wife and I would have been satisfied if she'd just been a killer photographer, and we'd walked away with dynamite pictures. Jenny? Jenny gave us SO much more. She was patient. She was funny. And she was exactly what we needed: her easy rapport with even the most oddball and camera-shy among our motley crew worked absolute wonders to make the smiles real and the day what it was. The stress just evaporated around her. I'm the third among my siblings to get married, and the second lucky enough to work with Jenny as a photographer. So I've seen her in action twice: once when I was an officiant, and once when I was the groom. And both times, she completely blew me away. So, with confidence, I say: Jenny is awesome.”
