

We’ve been best friends since we were fifteen. And just in case anyone out there is counting, that’s almost half of our lives.

In high school, we’d show up for first period in the same outfit. She’d look at me and say, “I knew you were going to wear that.”
We lived together all through college…and we not only survived, we’re still as close as ever.
Like just about every other bride out there, I have to say that our wedding went by way too quickly. However, one decision we made, which I can honestly say that we never regretted, was not to hire a videographer. This may be an unpopular opinion, but I truly felt that if our photographer did a good job “capturing moments,” that we wouldn’t need a video to remember the evening - or even to see the things that we weren’t able to witness.
After seeing our pictures, I feel that we made the right decision for us. Some of my favorite moments, as captured by the fabulous 35 Atlanta, are below:

Immediately after our first dance, we rushed to the foyer for our toast/cake cutting. The only toast on our agenda was by Mr. Mags’ brother, his Best Man.
Hey hey! The Magnolias are here!
Y’all. We weren’t introduced at our reception until after 10:00 pm. It was so late, and we truly had no idea. I felt really bad - we actually missed people who had to get home to their babysitters - yikes.

(I love that Mr. Magnolia looks so surprised here, like “Hey! What’s everyone doing here?!?”
I don’t think y’all will mind, but I’ve decided to skip over the necessary-but-incredibly-boring family formal pictures that we took immediately after the ceremony. My parents and brother refused to smile for whatever reason, instead choosing the tight-lipped half-wince, while Mr. Mags’ family looked joyous and stunning. Seriously, you’d think my half of the aisle wasn’t thrilled by the union (they totally were, by the way!).
So if it’s okay with the hive, I’d like to move on to more fun pictures - namely, the portraits that the Mister and I took while running around downtown Atlanta before we were introduced at our reception.
It was right about this moment that I started to feel like Scarlett O’Hara. Ball gown? Check. Peachtree Street in downtown Atlanta, Georgia? Check. Handsome, dashing man? CHECK!
After the ceremony, our photographers captured several shots that I truly wasn’t even aware of. I was so happy and so excited that we were married, I just wanted to hug everyone! The wedding party and immediate families congregated in the Parish Hall while we waited for formal portraits.
Officially Mr. and Mrs. Magnolia! Okay, so maybe I was aware of this one.
Okay, so you saw me start down the aisle with my dad…and here we are at the end! I’m kind of amazed by the reflection in the floor. Up close, it looked completely matte!