Two Years Later

Today my husband and I celebrate two years married (and over five together!) so I thought I’d share some photos of the big day. After all, what’s the point of having a blog if you don’t share your wedding photos? Are you even married? J/k, j/k.

My outfit was not slow fashion, but I loved it and still have the dress and shoes (BHLDN and Badgley Mischka). I’m always wondering if I should sell them now and let someone else enjoy them because, really, I’m never going to wear them again. But the sentimentality!!

It was a magical day made bittersweet only by the absence of my mom, but with our small families gathered together, we made some lasting memories, beautifully captured by the sweetest photographer ever, Elicia Bryan (Insta). We picked our wedding day based on when Elicia was available, that’s how good she is.

After my sister cried when I told her we were going to elope, we decided to do just a small ceremony with close family. I asked Elicia if she had any good ideas for a ceremony location and she suggested Arabia Mountain, a granite outcropping just outside Atlanta, little sister to the more famous Stone Mountain. OK, sounds good!

One of the most special parts of the day was having one of my best friends marry us. Rachel does pop-up wedding ceremonies with Flora Pop (Insta), and she put together all of the flowers too. Multi-talented! She wrote some beautiful vows for us, which we made it through without crying, thankfully (tears came later at our reception).

So with minimal commentary, I give you our wedding on Arabia Mountain, Georgia.

 But first, my mom and dad’s wedding photo from 1969. Yes my mom wore bell bottoms to her wedding.

But first, my mom and dad’s wedding photo from 1969. Yes my mom wore bell bottoms to her wedding.

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 The shoes! It’s like they were made for this dress. If they had block heels I’d still wear them…

The shoes! It’s like they were made for this dress. If they had block heels I’d still wear them…

 Maybe it’s basic but I had to have baby’s breath in my hair.

Maybe it’s basic but I had to have baby’s breath in my hair.

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Do you know what my favorite part of the day was? The part where my husband forgot to bring the rings.

 Head-back cackle the moment we realized he forgot the rings, captured expertly by my brother-in-law.

Head-back cackle the moment we realized he forgot the rings, captured expertly by my brother-in-law.

When we realized what happened (they were back at the hotel, on the back of a toilet), everyone rushed around us shoving rings in our faces. So for the ceremony, we substituted an uncle’s oversized wedding band and my mom’s diamond ring. Later at the reception we had a re-ringing with the real deals.

Literally one of the funniest things that has ever happened to me. I am grateful to be in a partnership where I can see it that way, and not as some tragic day-ruining snafu. I love being able to share these gorgeous photos, and am so thankful for the family and friends that daily keep me going strong.

To my husband, all my love — rings or no rings.