Here is a giant batch of wedding photos, and I promise you that this will be the last of the wedding posts. But it really was a wonderful day that deserves a gigantic post, and Jamie’s photos do too. We got married at Serenbe, which is this little planned community south of Atlanta, with a farm and an old white farmhouse that was turned into an inn/restaurant and a bunch of old cottages on the property . . . My family stayed in an old ’30s barn that was renovated into a guesthouse, and that day I got ready in my parents’ room at the top. I was absolutely nervous–I joked around with my mom and dad and sister Ashley, and then Jamie came to help with flowers and our friend Rodney came to help with hair, but mostly he helped by making us laugh, which I really needed.
I already talked about the ceremony a little (how I was afraid I’d faint but didn’t), but it went by more quickly than I thought it would. One thing that helped out a ton was having my little nephew Jack up there. When we were planning the wedding he asked us if he could be the ring bearer, only he was convinced it was called “ring bear” and that he needed to wear a bear costume. He is a smart but strange kid (in the best way) and I thought that anything that could make us laugh and relax during the ceremony would be a good thing. My niece Stella and Drew’s cousin Tyndell were the flower girls; I didn’t get the chance to see them walk down the aisle, but I heard good reports. They are adorable.
After the ceremony and after all the pictures were out of the way we went up to the back porch of the farmhouse and sat at a long table and had wine and salad and shrimp and grits. There were flowers and candles and candy corn on the table, and I got to pick out the dessert and thought that we couldn’t go wrong with chocolate bourbon pecan pie, especially since my mom and Drew’s dad are big pecan pie fans. I had Drew on one side and Lauren on the other, and it was pretty amazing to have the ceremony done with and to be surrounded by all my favorite people in the world.
When it got dark we went to the ’30s guesthouse, where my parents put together a little after-party. It was the nicest thing–my dad and Lauren’s husband Neil are really into cooking and food, and they picked out amazing cheese and chocolate and things I didn’t eat enough of because my stomach was still fluttering around. We had more wine, and instead of wedding cake we had an improvised donut cake made of donuts from the best donut place in Atlanta, Sublime Donuts.
There were lights hanging overhead outside where we had gotten married earlier, and a fire going and people making s’mores and playing music, and it was great to be able to talk to people who had come and to spend a lot of time with our family and friends, and Drew especially.