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Nora + Emma

Nora, Drew, and I all went to high school together! She's one of our very closest and oldest friends who's kind, spontaneous, and goofy! So of course we were ecstatic when we first met Emma! So loving, adventurous, and just oh so cool. These two are the perfect match, balance, and compliment to each other. We were beyond honored and humbled when they asked us to photograph their backyard wedding at their in Nashville home and also be guests at their intimate celebration. Due to historic rain and flooding we had to move the wedding into their cozy living room for their morning ceremony. Drew and I loved that N+E got ready together, spent the morning together, and fully took in each moment of the day as a couple. They exchanged vows, had family read poems, and there wasn't a dry eye in the room. After they said "we do" a three-piece folk band called Howlin Brothers joined the party. Nora and Emma have been hearing this band play around Nashville for years and it was so much fun to dance with everyone, with doors open to their neighborhood, sharing all the love and joy they embody. Thank you thank you for letting us be a part of your life, your day, and your family!  

The Whistler
________________________
Mary Oliver
All of a sudden she began to whistle. By all of a sudden
I mean that for more than thirty years she had not
whistled. It was thrilling. At first I wondered, who was
in the house, what stranger? I was upstairs reading, and
she was downstairs. As from the throat of a wild and
cheerful bird, not caught but visiting, the sounds war-
bled and slid and doubled back and larked and soared.
Finally I said, Is that you? Is that you whistling? Yes, she
said. I used to whistle, a long time ago. Now I see I can
still whistle. And cadence after cadence she strolled
through the house, whistling.
I know her so well, I think. I thought. Elbow and ankle-
Mood and desire. Anguish and frolic. Anger too.
And the devotions. And for all that, do we even begin
to know each other? Who is this I’ve been living with
for thirty years?
This clear, dark, lovely whistler?