From Fourth Grade to Forever Love
January 24, 2017
Southeast
I love engagement shoots and this one takes the cake. The red lace dress pretty much seals the deal but the story behind these sweethearts makes it all even better. While they fell in love as teenagers, they first met in fourth grade, so if you ever doubted fate, just hang out with these two. Michael and Carina did for the day to capture these pics and we're mighty glad - see them all in our Vault right here!
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From the Bride-to-be... I met Christopher when I was nine years old. He sat behind me in Ms. Thompson's Fourth Grade class. Chris has little memory of me from this time but I remember him as the boy who said volcanoes were going to explode and destroy the earth. Needless to say I wasn't overly fond of him. Ironically enough, when I moved back to South Carolina at 15, he again sat behind me in class. This time, he left a better impression on me; one of kindness and selflessness. In a short period of time we became best friends, and have been pretty inseparable since. The majority of my high school memories come from time spent at the Kennedy's house: between the Christmas' and Easters our families spent together to the chalk board cityscape we drew in his room that's still there today. We fell in love at his parent's house, one of reasons we'll be getting married there next spring.

Chris and I attended Clemson University together four years after we met. Like many schools, there is a bucket list of activities to complete before you graduate. At Clemson this includes things like sneaking into the bell tower, rushing the field after a home game win, or signing the secret book in the library. Chris and I had completed most of the list together but I always bugged him about one of the items. According to the list, anyone who walked through President's Park together holding hands would get married. It was only fitting that a week before our graduation, Chris filled the park with roses and photos dating all the way back to 2003, before getting down on one knee and asking me to marry him.