Now my two bits of the story... 
Originally, their granddaughter contacted me and asked if I would be interested in coming out to her grandparents farm in Waverly, to do a session for her Mother. they wanted to add a quote to a photo of the farm for their grandfather's birthday. So of course I said yes.
However--- when I said yes, immediately
I thought-- okay Mom wants a family session on the farm because they are a John Deere family. Central Iowan's usually love the sunset while posing all of the family members on the tractor. 
SO I pre-planned my gear, my setup and my ideas to send them along--- and right in the followup email, I began to realize this was no little family shot on a tractor. NOPE. It was a dream session I had always wanted to create for someone.
A love story.
Two elderly lovers canoodling in a field. 
My goodness I swooned hard. 
When I got there, the farm was a gorgeous sunset color with just enough sun peeking over their barn, and these two lovers were up for all of my requests. I am so grateful. Because this set is one of my favorites. 
As an added bonus, grandmas humor knocked me right outta my seat a few times with her stories of her past kitties, her love of butterflies and how she agreed to marry Duane, only if she didn't have to do anything outside. 
Which he agreed to .... and kept ever since. 

They spoke their vows some sixty-some years ago and since that day they have had children, grandchildren and love surrounding them on their small farm they built together. 














Let go of this 2020, and transport back in time prior...
Her auburn brown hair was curled and pinned to the nines, with her river brown eyes sparkling as she hit the dance floor in the Electric Park Ballroom. Her shoes ready to spin, and her dress was one of a kind. That same night a young man who worked for John Deere in Waterloo, deemed that this night was the night to dance. His smile from cheek to cheek, his hairs perfectly combed to ignite his confidence. 
That night... was the night of their divine meeting. He asked her to dance.
Small town girl hearts a flutter and his sweet draw to this dynamite of a lady led to cuddles, and dates beyond what they even could imagine.  
The dance of love and butterflies. The feel of his hand on her back, her shoe sliding under neath her as she spun in his arms. It all seemed to work. It is indescribable the way having that dance partner, who knows you, who balances you, who can catch you even when you slip. Just works. 
He knew her. 
He loved her. 
And it showed.


















She had supposed her marriage to be glamorous, every small town Iowa girl wonders. But this was enough for her. Every little ounce. Here was this sweet, tall, all-eared farmer asking her to dance for better or for worse. 
Yes. 

You're still mine.