our wedding

photos by Cathrine Taylor

(except this one)

Will and I got married last July in Pleasant Ridge, Ala., the community in Greene County where he grew up. When we first started talking about our wedding I was absolutely sure I wanted it to be in the little white chapel at the end of the dirt road that he grew up on. He, however, took some convincing. His memories of the church were hot summer mornings that turned to afternoons and stole his last few hours of daylight before school started back on Monday. My feelings were a bit more romanticized. Growing up, my idea of a castle was a white plantation house with columns and tall ceilings and mismatched door knobs (not kidding, ask my dad). So a few weeks after we met and Will showed me the house he grew up in and the little white church at the end of the road, I started planning our wedding (just kidding... kind of).

I wouldn't have changed a single thing about our wedding day or where we got married. Even though it was one of the hottest days of the year and only one side of the church had air conditioning, every bit of the day was so special to us. It was fun and relaxed, simple and familiar. I was so happy to be able to show my friends and family one of the places where Will and I really got to know each other and where we spend our free afternoons in the fall every year. I can't wait for Jack to be able to explore Pleasant Ridge and find his own magic out there.  

P.S. This is my husband on our wedding day sitting on the front porch of the house where I was getting ready. The house he grew up in. The white plantation house with columns and tall ceilings and mismatched doorknobs. Life really is the sweetest thing.