Sixty years ago this October, my Papaw (that’s southern for Grandpa), wed my Mamaw in a little courthouse about two hours from their hometown. He saved and saved for their wedding, and without guests, flowers, or fancy attire, he made it happen. Because he spent all of his money on the drive, they spent their honeymoon night at his parent’s house.
Thirty-four years ago this October, my mom walked down the makeshift aisle in her parent’s living room, and wed my dad. Her sister-in-law took their photographs, and she told her father, “I’m not your little girl anymore.” When they left for their honeymoon, the Eagles song “Heartache Tonight” ironically played on the radio.
Three years ago this October, I wore a lace gown, a shoulder length veil and flats that left scars on my heels. I mingled with my almost-husband, and all of our guests before the ceremony. It was so windy that none of the decorations were set up, but I didn’t care. At 4:30pm, I walked down the grass runway beside my parent’s house, and married my college sweetheart.
A wedding is the beginning of a lifetime together. I love beginnings and all of the joy surrounding them.
I want to capture your beginning.
Photographing in and around the surrounding areas of
Spring Hill, TN, Franklin, TN, Columbia, TN & Nashville, TN.
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