A long, long time ago a really amazing man asked me to marry him. After I said yes we needed a nice church to get married in. We were living in different states and once married would be attending a new church. Our wedding was going to be family and only a few close friends. The church I was attending had pink seats, gold chandeliers and glitter on the ceiling. Not my first choice for decor. So I picked a small country church about an hour from our home.
Many years ago my parents got married in a church in Maryville, TN that was designed after a church in England.
They were the same age as Jon and I when we got married.
When the small group in Centerville, TN decided to build a church they followed the plans for the Maryville church. It was perfect.
So a couple of weeks before Christmas our family went to my parents for the weekend. On a whim we decided to visit this church instead of the one I attended growing up. Jon and I hadn't been back in the 16 years since our wedding.
A kind soul offered to take our picture in the same spot as one of our wedding pictures.
We've aged and weight a bit more now. =)
Marrying this man was one of the best decisions of my life. I've never been sorry.
Just a bit of irony that we thought of as we were leaving to come home - we moved our wedding date from December 15 to September 1 because we missed each other so much and didn't want to put off the wedding any more. Our visit back this year fell on December 15.
Beautiful church and yes, you look a little (not much!) older, but I agree that you made a very wise choice in the man you picked. Happy for you both!
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