People fear wedding day regrets, and mine are too many to count. I regret every minute, every moment, every memory my feeble mind has let slip away over the last nine years of marriage. I vaguely recall my husband getting emotional seeing me for the first time, but I can’t picture his face in my mind anymore. My sister’s kids hilariously pulled the cord out of the projector during our slideshow, but photographers back then didn’t bother with “unimportant” things like that. I was told my father cried when my husband sang to me, but I’ll never see his face. My husband and I are currently ranked in the top 25 photographers in the world for preserving memories just like the ones that comprise MY list of regrets and so many more. We'd be honored to be entrusted with yours.