From there, we knew we didn’t want to wait. We were ready. So, I began planning for an October destination beach wedding. I booked a wedding planner and all! Then, one of my best friends brought something to my attention. She remembered hearing me mention how much I loved the wedding photos from her friend’s wedding at the Ashley Inn. I had never been there, but the pictures I saw took my breath away. She urged me to call and check The Ashley Inn for availability and the game suddenly changed. They had a last-minute opening, September 15th. I had 28 days! Well, I love a good challenge so, challenge accepted! Don’t get me wrong, it was a lot of work, a total lack of sleep, and a ton of help from one of my best friends (among many others), but everything seemed to fall into place, and we knew that was a sign. That was our day, and this was just right in every single way. When it came to wedding dress shopping, I found a dress that fit me almost perfectly, straight off of the rack, and needed around an inch of alterations total. It just fit, and as my family and friends said, “that dress just picked you”. From there, all of the pieces fell into place: our church pastor was available, the wedding DJ had a cancellation for that night, my dream makeup artist was in town from Florida, my close friend was able to do my hair, the cake lady was a go, my other dear friend and her husband could cater the food (which they never do I later found out), and my dad’s band member (who has known me since birth) could sing our way down the aisle. My friend and ridiculously talented photographer could capture every moment for us, including the engagement photos (which were beyond perfection, I can’t even put it into words). She referred our wonderful videographer, who was also available somehow in this short time frame. Everything was meant to be, and the universe and God made sure we knew and followed it. My mother-in-law works at a flower shop and helped make my flowers so stunning and everything I could ever ask for. Dad’s band member and a friend learned a song (that I have loved since high school) and sang it better and more beautiful than I could have imagined. The song he played during the seating was one of my mother’s all-time favorite artists. Dad and I walked hand in hand, fingers locked, rather than arm in arm. And at sunset pictures, on a hilltop, Robbie read vows that he wrote to me (romantic, right?). Horses were galloping through the pastures surrounding us during the ceremony, while we stood next to our two sisters (each), my nephew, and best of all, our daughter who is our whole world. Pastor Andrew added such a personal touch as well, for the church and God are what brought us back together and to this place. The sun was shining, surrounded by the bluegrass, 150 loved ones, happy tears, and pure bliss. There was no first look, which made it so special for us. Robbie wanted to see Myla and I both for the first time walking down the aisle. Let’s just say he was a beautifully tearful, crying joyful tears, MESS. Our first dance song was one we used to dance to in the living room, all night long. Every detail was so personal, so meaningful, so US and just PERFECT. This 28-day wedding was truly a dream, and more than I thought we could and would ever have, better than my thoughts could create, and pure magic. Thank God for this venue and all that came with it. We are both born and raised in Kentucky (and still reside), and this is exactly where we needed to begin our journey into forever. Our real-life fairytale.. our true Southern wedding.