A day in Nashville with my favorite red head in all the land.

Once upon a time, she was only a student of mine. Then I blinked and she was a grown woman. A beautiful grown woman in nursing school. She fell head over heals for a tall, twinkle in his eye, baseball player who fell in love with her feisty, sassy, & unpredictable personality. You never had to wonder where you stood when in the presence of that red head. She'd make you cry if she needed to set you straight. Her mix of boldness, kindness, and love for others made all adore being in her presence. One day, my phone rang. It was her. "Hi Carissa, I'm engaged...you're shooting my wedding." Not, "can you?" not, "will you?" Not, "can we talk about this possibility"....but, "You're shooting my wedding." I hung up with her with my lips trembling and the look of fear in my eye. I pooped my pants slightly. Adjusted my dirty rat's nest on top of my head, pulled my mom pants up a little higher...and broke the news to Ed, my faithful side kick of over a dozen years. For I just had a 10 1/2 lb baby as well as three other little snotty nosed kids to boot. I haven't worked in the wedding industry for years...Her wedding was in Nashville, 11 hours away...I made 17 1/2 excuses why I would die before I could shoot it. {to be continued}