spring wedding

Taylor & Paul

Laid back, elegant, and ready to party. If I could describe Taylor and Paul's wedding in one sentence, that would be it. With settings ranging from a tucked away vineyard to the heart of Chattanooga's Art District, their weekend was the perfect atmosphere for an adventurous couple. 

From the exchanging of leis, to the potting of a young Japanese Maple during their ceremony, Taylor and Paul's wedding was full of memorable and unique displays of unity. At the reception, Taylor’s friend and coworker serenaded the guests with her ukulele, while family and friends dined on Southern, Italian, and Hawaiian fare, followed by a plethora of delectable desserts. 

Taylor and Paul even orchestrated a very special dance at their reception; each married couple ranging from one day of marriage to 45 years was asked to leave the dance floor until Paul’s grandparents were the last couple dancing. This detail really hit home with me. It was great to see legacy and longevity honored in such a special way.

I know that legacy is blossoming anew in the steady companionship Taylor and Paul so effortlessly personify. In the words of Paul's dad, "a la nostra famiglia!"

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Hannah & Adam

As videographers, wedding days go by quickly. On Hannah and Adam’s day, there was such unique intimacy and calm; it had this amazing way of making everyone feel like family. That closeness took us completely out of the “busy” of the day and put us into blissful documentary mode. 

When someone asked Hannah if she was nervous, she said, “I won’t be once I see Adam.” It was like watching a slow sunrise, once they were together a peace filled over them. Unspoken nerves spilled into layers of confidence and excitement for the day. 

The ceremony was “short and sweet” Hannah said, whisking herself away to bustle quickly before heading back to the Chattanoogan ballroom. Adam and Hannah beamed as they spent the rest of the night dancing and visiting, taking a few quiet pauses to pray, kiss, or smile at each other every now and then. They dined on a delicious plated meal, danced under a spectacular chandelier, and even treated their guests to a Harley Davidson grooms cake among the other sweet treats (we may or may not have eaten in between shots)! 

The biggest highlight of the night was Dad’s speech to his little girl. He spoke words of such blessing and pride and conveyed the most heartfelt gratitude for his life with his daughter; it brought Bill and I to tears. Short and sweet may be true, but so is moving and unforgettable. If you need me I’ll be over here playing Hannah and Adam’s wedding film over and over all weekend to remind myself of the hospitality, friendship, and family such a steadfast love can create.

Pretty Little Things

I think we all need pretty things in our life.

I know first hand how easy it is to get encapsulated by media and all its glorious images of beauty. I took a picture of my new ring yesterday and posted it on my personal Instagram account. My social media brain told me that it was not ‘wedding beautiful’ enough for our business page so I didn't post it there, but I was still very happy with the sparkle, and the subtle softness of the vintage box behind it. In those few little moments I felt like this pretty thing was going out into the world for the sole purpose of enjoyment and I thought of beauty as this simple thing; to create beauty is to give beauty to the world. 

Instagram and Pinterest are my life’s blood, but things aren't always as they appear. This morning, my little $20 ring that did not actually come in that pretty velvet blue box but rather a plastic bag from the drugstore, lost one of its small glass stones. And I’m not sad about it because that little ring is the memory of the dirty counter that my beautiful ‘ring photo setup’  was on, the loud cries in the background as my daughter has a full-blown meltdown, and that broken glass stone lying somewhere, still shining. All of these things make that pretty, fleeting image sweeter. Beauty has memories and feelings attached, people and places that come with those soft short flashes of time it provides. To create beauty is to give beauty, but not simply. Beauty becomes deeper and more complex from layers of time, its shine more radiant with loss and heartbreak.

So cheers to my broken bauble. For I am remembering my sweet husband wishing me a happy Valentine's Day for the tenth year in a row, my real diamonds being placed on my finger nearly four years ago in front of my father, my grandmother and many other people who aren't with me today, and I'm remembering that pretty little things are everywhere.