christia told me she was the kind of girl that just never thought she would get married. she had just decided it wasn't for her. until one night she decided to go to the broken spoke, where she met clay over a two-step. once she met him, she told me, she just couldn't imagine not marrying him.
christia and clay opted for a small and simple wedding in suite 4 of the hotel st. cecilia. other than christia, clay, and their officiant, they had six of their closest join them for a small ceremony under the live oak, and then dinner together in the suite.
when i showed up to drop off their arrangements and her bouquet, it was incredibly hot outside. i was dripping, and the flowers were cowering under the sun just moments after their departure from the a/c. but christia, already in her gown and cowboy boots, was cool as could be. calm, glowing, happily awaiting the arrival of her friends and family and just quietly appreciating the precious moments of solitude afforded to her by the simplicity of her plans.
it's funny to me that in this industry, where hullabaloo and pandemonium become the norms, something so calm and reverent becomes a spectacle of sorts. but it was a great reflection of who christia and clay are, and how true their devotion is. it was a real joy to be a part of their day together, and these photos, tenderly captured by sarah bork, illustrate it to a t.
thank you, christia and clay. and congrats on your little one to come.
