Wedding Photography | Miami & Fort Lauderdale | Daniel Lateulade

Phil and Jenny’s wedding in downtown Fort Lauderdale was so epic that they weren’t able to fit it all into one night — and I wasn’t able to fit it into one blog post. Photos from night one at the New River Inn? Check. Photos from night two at New Covenant Church? Check back.

The horse’s hay beneath his head
our Lord was born to a manger bed
that all whose wells run dry
could drink of his supply

To keep him warm, the sheep drew near
so grateful for His coming here
come with news of grace
come to take my place
the donkey whispered in his ear
“child, in 30-some-odd years
You’ll ride someone who looks like me
untriumphantly”

The cardinals warbled a joyful song
He’ll make right what man made wrong
bringing low the hills
that the valleys might be filled

Then “Child”, asked the birds
“well, aren’t they lovely words we sing?”
the tiny baby lay there
without saying anything

At a distance stood a mangy goat
with the crooked teeth and a matted coat
weary eyes and worn
chipped and twisted horns
thinking “maybe I’ll make friends someday
with the cows and the hens in the rambouillet
but for now, I’ll keep away
I’ve got nothing smart to say”

There’s a sign on the barn
in the cabbage town
“when the rain picks up
and the sun goes down
sinners, come inside
with no money, come and buy
no clever talk, nor a gift to bring
requires our lowly, lovely King
come now empty handed, you don’t need anything”

And the night was cool
and clear as glass
with the sneaking snake in the garden grass
deep cried out to deep
the disciples fast asleep

And the snake perked up
when He heard You ask
“if You’re willing that
this cup might pass
we could find our way back home
maybe start a family all our own”

“but does not the Father guide the Son?
not My will, but Yours be done.
what else here to do?
what else Me, but You?”

And the snake who’d held the world
a stick, a carrot and a string
was crushed beneath the foot
of your not wanting anything.

-mewithoutYou

The Hunters are probably the coolest people you’ll ever meet. Rick’s our pastor over at CityChurch and married my wife and I, which automatically gives him some pretty solid credentials in my book. Also, he’s something of a psuedo-tabloid darling. As if that weren’t enough, he and Dede own the coolest coffee shops in Fort Lauderdale. It’s a logical progression to assume their three children have some sort of superpowers or something equally astounding.

The Hunters really believe in loving Fort Lauderdale as Jesus would have us do, and so choosing our photo locations was a no-brainer. We started off on top of the library parking garage where our church gets together to pray on Tuesday mornings, and headed on down to Riverwalk afterwards. When people realized what was going on, they began swarming us in helicopters just to be associated with the dangerous amounts of radness we were giving off.

Brad and Laine are 31 flavors of amazing, with a mystery flavor to boot. They’ve been married for a few years now in a tragic engagement photo-less state, so we got together, took off for Downtown Ft. Lauderdale, and awesomeness commenced. The City of Fort Lauderdale, upon seeing these photos, officially designated our photoshoot locations Broward County Historical Landmarks.*

*this is a lie.