We both grew up in Charleston and went to the same high school, a few years apart. I didn't properly meet him until I photographed his sister's wedding. By the last dance that night, something had started.
Two years later, on the pink sand of Harbour Island, right after I finished shooting a wedding, he proposed.
Saturday, April 11, 2026
Sunny Point Farm
Wadmalaw Island, South CarolinaWe both grew up in Charleston and went to the same high school, a few years apart. I didn't properly meet him until I photographed his sister's wedding. By the last dance that night, something had started.
Two years later, on the pink sand of Harbour Island, right after I finished shooting a wedding, he proposed.
"I've watched a thousand couples have this moment. I still wasn't ready for ours."
anne
A 1990s dress that went ivory on its own. Had to keep it that way.
Belgian lace, handed down through the family.
Just my mother and me, walking in together.
Six o’clock, under the oaks, high tide in the river behind us.
Pure euphoria.
Cocktail hour on Bohicket Creek was a dream. Our flower girl getting a much needed treat.
We wanted the outside and the inside of the tent to feel like a seamless transition.
I know there was music playing but not sure I registered a thing.
Packed with best friends and family in some amazing outfits.
Champagne and cake in the tent of our dreams set the night off right.
Wigs, masks, and exactly the right amount of weirdness.
Sparklers, petals, and a flat sprint to the car.
