Amelia has become a dear friend of mine since we moved to Asheville, and it was an incredible honor to be asked to photograph her and Nick’s wedding at her family farm. Every ounce of their wedding weekend was intentionally and thoughtfully planned, which made it all the more meaningful.
After photographing at least a hundred weddings of her own, Amelia knew that she wanted the limited stress of an elopement but the celebration of a reception. They spent Friday with just their families, exchanging vows in the field that she grew up chasing lightning bugs and farm animals. A close friend crafted the wedding dress, making sure to include pieces of Amelia’s mother’s and grandmother’s gowns. As her grandmother laced up the buttons that were once on her dress, I saw a glisten in her eye. During the ceremony she spoke of how she was the only grandparent left to witness such a marvelous day, which left everyone in tears.
After promises were made, rings exchanged, flowers thrown, we hurried to a nearby dairy farm to catch the last bit of light. The cows were attracted to the joy and wouldn’t leave our side. Their curiosity left us giggling, especially as they licked Nick’s car.
Sherril’s Inn is like a second home to Amelia, so it seemed only appropriate to have their reception at the “big house.” On Saturday, family and friends from all over the country flew in to celebrate the newlyweds. A close friend baked over a dozen pies. Another designed speciality cocktails. Amelia harvested the honey from her beehives as a gift for their guests. Nick built the triangle arch that they stood under for their ceremony. Every piece of their day was beautifully crafted by someone they loved.
Sam, the sweetest dog you’ll ever meet, never left Amelia’s side during the festivities. He even imbibed a little of his own, sipping beer out of a cup that someone had left behind.
As the sun dipped below the mountains, the music swelled, the string lights brightened, and everyone danced until the stars lit up the sky.
