Eight years ago I was booked for a very special wedding makeup job. We hadn't done a makeup trial so my first time meeting the client was her big day. I had learned she and her groom were 9/11 widows. They lost their greatest loves on that fateful day and were hopeless about rebuilding their lives, let alone falling in love again. Both had children from previous marriages and were anxious about how their children would adjust to their new life.
They broke with tradition when the groom snuck into the suite to give his bride kisses as they flirted and whispered like giddy teenagers. After the groom left, the bride told me she had to a secret to share with me (her daughters 15 feet away). I was thinking, this could be really really bad and I've only known you for an hour, but sure tell me whatever you want. She said, only our financial advisor know, but we got married last week we are only doing the ceremony for our kids, family and friends. People can't find out of they will freak! As a makeup artist, one of the countless reasons I love my job is that I'm privy to "behind the scenes" information; but this was different. I was very touched to be let in on the secret. As I recall this story, especially today, I am hopeful. I love my job.
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