At Southall in Franklin, their wedding unfolded like a Southern summer dream — rolling hills, golden light, and a celebration rooted in intention.
When a passing storm swept through and briefly dimmed the power, it only heightened the magic. Speeches continued by candlelight, casting a warm, cinematic glow across the room, while the covered bridge transformed into an impromptu dance floor beneath clearing skies.
What began as an unexpected interruption became the most unforgettable part of the evening — a celebration defined not by perfection, but by presence, joy, and love.