Roscoe Village Engagement – Amy + Kyle
A few months ago WASIO photography spiced things up for Valentine’s Day and offered a few post wedding session giveaways. Amy and Kyle were one of the winners and Marcin and Magda ended up photographing an urban session with them in Roscoe Village. The weather was beautiful and there were surprisingly not too many people out so we really got to take advantage of the city and the cool graffiti on the walls.
We love their engagement story:
Our engagement story is not romantic. There was no romantic dinner. No flowers. No sunset. It was 7:30am. I needed a shower. It was overcast. And there was a bull in attendance. Like I said… not romantic. But I can explain. After two full years of dating, my boyfriend and I were on an extended weekend in Missouri for a friend’s wedding and an excuse to visit my parents. My parents live on a farm, in the middle of not a whole lot and after an uneventful breakfast, my boyfriend and I decided it was time to get a quick run in because it looked like rain was coming. So off we went, walking the perimeter of the farm in our running shoes and sweats. We first stopped to say good morning to the bull, who looked at us with rage behind his eyes, so we stepped back slowly and moved on. Next was a stop to say hello to my dad’s new hunting dog, who may have jumped up and down excitedly to the point where he accidentally flung some feces in our direction. The rain clouds kept creeping closer, and me being slightly obsessive about my daily workouts, I decided we should probably get moving. My boyfriend said that was fine, but “wait, I have to stretch first”.
I turned at that point, because he never makes a point of stretching and, if anything, actively avoids doing so. I was about to point this out with a sarcastic comment and there he was, pulling out a ring box from his pocket. To be honest, I’m not really sure what he said, but for the sake of knocking people’s socks off, let’s say it was the most wonderful words to ever come out of his mouth. It may have actually been “let’s do this”. I doubt it, but I really can’t say.
There was hugging, kissing, my official “yes”, and maybe even a tear or two of happiness that I could still possibly sneak a wedding in under the age of 30. I kept staring at the gorgeous ring he chose, and was in complete bliss. He then suggested we walk back to my parents’ house to tell them the good news. My reaction was naturally, “wait… we’re not still running?” It rained the entire rest of the day and we never got that run in. But it was fine. Because, although not the typical romantic story, it was our story. And it was beautiful. Also, let it be known, the family bull watched the entire thing unfold and we like to think he nodded in approval.