He gets bonus points for sweet sentimentality, but I have to be honest: when he wasn't really into the idea, I was crushed. I decided not to give up, so I kept bringing it up and bringing it up, in the hopes that Mr. Goodlaff would warm to the idea. A few days before the wedding, he finally gave in. It might have had something to do with all the craziness of family constantly surrounding us and the very little alone time we had, or maybe the photography timeline scared him into it, but either way, he came around and agreed that a first look maybe wasn't the worst thing in the world.
My inner Bridezilla was mollified by this turn of events, because I knew exactly how I wanted our first look to--well--look. Less than two weeks before our wedding, I had fallen in love with the first look that Laura (of Wine and Cheese, Please) had done, and it was so sweet and perfect that I knew that if Mr. Goodlaff ever changed his mind, I could only hope to have a moment half as beautiful.
But it wasn't to be. The ivy-covered corner was bathed in sunlight and as such was unfit for pictures. Minutes before our first look was to happen, we picked another spot right across the street from the Foundry, and used this obliging hedge instead:

