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Livin' la Vida Lacy - Wedding bells a wonderful sound

Our sweet intern Emma Holmes is engaged and I enjoy hearing about her young love, plans for their future and obvious excitement about wrapping up her last bit of college. She’s got a joy that’s contagious and we love her dearly.

Anyway, I’ve heard a lot about this Blaine fellow and he must be something special to have convinced our Emma to take his last name, which is Donoho, if you’re wondering. I happily shed my maiden name, but I often joke that I had to be extra careful when choosing a hubby considering my first name is an adjective. (Oh, the horrific possibilities.)

Today, after listening to Emma talk about finding her wedding venue and watching her radiate delight, I reflected on my own wedding. Has it really been nearly seven years since Ross and I were in their shoes? I still chuckle to myself when I reflect on how it all went down for us.

Many people thought I was crazy for wanting to marry Ross after only four months of dating. I was a 21-year-old finishing my junior year of college at Lipscomb and he was a recent Freed Hardeman grad interning at Crieve Hall Church of Christ. Truth be told, it didn’t take much wooing for me to realize Ross was the one I’d been praying for. We’d both come out of disastrous long-term relationships so we knew what we didn’t want in a significant other, that’s for sure.

Looking back, I still wouldn’t do anything differently. I remember wearing a bread tie around my finger for a couple months because Ross didn’t have a ring ready. With the help of my family, I was able to get everything planned the month before my summer courses started. That gave me the weekend to get married and the following week for our honeymoon before I began my senior year of course work.

OK, so back to the ceremony. I won’t bore you with all the details, but I will share a few favs. Personally, I had always preferred the idea of an elopement to an expensive, formal wedding. Still, we were able to keep the spontaneity and intimacy by throwing it together so quickly and inviting those nearest and dearest to attend.

My venue of choice was Northcutt Cove Church of Christ. It’s a small, rural church that only seats 100 so it forced us to keep our guest list short. We picked Queen Anne's Lace and black-eyed Susans from the field the night before for our centerpieces. Everything was familiar and homey, which is exactly what I wanted after living in Nashville for three years. Our wedding was short, simple and meaningful.

Our first year was tough, but we chose to keep loving each other through it all. Just remember this verse, which starts out: Love is faithful. Love is kind. Love is not selfish. Love keeps no record of wrongs. (I have this on a picture frame as a reminder.)

For now though, happy wedding planning, sweet girl!

Standard reporter Lacy Garrison can be reached at 473-2191.