Meet us in Madison!

It all started with a last-minute decision and a little bit of fate. I was invited to join a group heading to see the band Moon Taxi in Charleston, SC. I wasn’t even planning on going… until about an hour before they left, when I changed my mind on a whim. One of the guys in the group, Madison—who I went to Georgia Southern with—had invited his cousin along, who was attending The Citadel at the time. That cousin was Drew. That spontaneous “yes” turned out to be one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. We met that night and instantly hit it off, talking effortlessly and exchanging numbers before the night was over. Life, however, had other plans at the time, and with the distance between us, things naturally faded. But as it turns out, timing really is everything. Six years later, we reconnected in the most modern way—through an Instagram story Drew posted while out on a boat, which his friend (and now groomsman), McLean, was working on. We started talking again and said that if we were ever in the same place at the same time, we’d grab a drink. Not long after, Thanksgiving weekend gave us that exact opportunity. Drew and his brother, Milton, were driving home to Georgia, and we realized the perfect halfway point between Columbia and his parents’ home was my hometown—Madison, GA. So we made a plan. With my older sister, Mary Margaret, in town for the holiday, we decided to make it a group outing and meet at Town 220. What was supposed to be a quick drink turned into hours of conversation, multiple rounds of espresso martinis, and the unmistakable feeling that this was something special. From that night on, we never stopped talking. And now, in the most full-circle way, we’ll be getting married in Madison at the same place where it all began again.