I’m not sure who coined the phrase, but this past Sunday, I was definitely suffering from a “wedding hangover.” No… this doesn’t mean that I was throwing a few back at the wedding I photographed last Saturday! The “wedding hangover” is total exhaustion that that we photographers (and I’m sure other wedding professionals) feel the day after the wedding.

You see, on the wedding day, we spend the entire day on our feet, constantly “on” mentally and physically, looking for the next shot. It’s a wonderful rush of adrenaline and excitement. But usually by the time I get home on a Saturday night, my ears are ringing and I am hobbling around, looking for the couch. I almost always have dreams about the wedding, sometimes they are full of anxiety over shots I’ve imagined that I’ve missed. And I usually wake up in the pre-dawn hours eager to download the photos and to back them up several times before I can get on with the day.

Sunday morning was no exception this past weekend. The only difference was that it was chilly, the season’s had actually changed. After 5 months of summer, the air was crisp and cool. The sun was coming in through a different window and it lit up the counter with my coffee and fruit salad. This is Sunday morning at its best.

I channeled my inner Helene Dujardin and took this photo. Ahhhh….. Every morning should start this way.