Jonathan & Chelsey
Y’all get ready for the overload.
We’ve waited our whole lives, and here’s just a peak at this incredible day that I can’t really even begin to fit within the spaces of this blog. I’ll likely come back to this post time and again over the next several months with a new revelation to add to the mountain of praise I have for Jesus getting me here— to the start of a new journey with a man who loves me through his surrendered heart to Christ, who loved him first.
When I “met” Jonathan (and I say met, because we actually graduated high school together in a small class of 74 people, yet somehow didn’t really know one another) a year and a half ago, I certainly wasn’t thinking we’d have one of “those stories.” I was 26 years old and found myself at our church’s youth camp that summer to help lead. I was excited for the week, ready to not think about anything but the girls I’d been given to minister to those few days. SO when Neal, our friend & pastor to the high schoolers, paired me with Jonathan, who’d last minute cancelled a fishing trip to say yes to Neal’s request to help (yep, he’s wonderful), I felt agitated at the distraction. I even pulled one of the women aside and had her pray with me, because the first night of worship all I was aware of was this Thor-of-a-man sitting a row behind me. How was I supposed to worship & lead day in & day out feeling so self-conscious?
Well, it ended up being a really lovely time. Jonathan & I shared time with our group, and I was able to really be present, which was just what I needed. Each morning a group of us would meet up to go for a run before the students began to stir, and Jonathan slowly made a friendly effort to know me by suggesting we continue to go for runs in our neighborhood once camp ended (we lived all of 2 miles from each other). And then, on the last full day of camp, on a 3-story waterslide dock, with me in my one-peice & camp life jacket, Jonathan decided to get personal.
“Are you dating anyone these days?” …he asked in a huddle of 3 or 4 middle school boys AND our associate pastor… way to put me on the spot, babe.
Fast forward 5 months, a firework show, a couple of motorcycle rides, and my short move to New Zealand later, and we realized our enduring friendship was growing into something more than our morning runs and occasional outings with family could contain. I worked up the courage to ask him to a friend’s wedding I’d received a plus one to, where I then asked Jonathan if we were dating, because my “yes” to our small-town community’s questions, just to make life easier than trying to explain this friendly courtship we’d cultivated, needed some validation before I got ahead of myself.
“I don’t know what else you’d call it,” he responded casually, sitting at a nearby table while the band cranked up some Motown. Easy enough.
In May he trekked down to Providence Canyon to propose to me (most perfect moment of life). We’d wanted to do something together for a while, and in the midst of wedding season I miraculously had a free Saturday. Jonathan asked his sister & her boyfriend along, and I didn’t think anything of it. I had my camera because I intended to scout the area to potentially visit again with a couple one day, and I used his sister as my model for compositions. When she suggested Jonathan & I climb up the rock for a photo, I showed her how to work my camera, totally unaware of what would take place. When I turned around to see him get on one knee, I couldn’t believe it!
“Will you be my angel, Chelsey Morgan?” I couldn’t stop giggling. I felt like I was floating. This was really happening.
I don’t remember the hike back up, apart from holding him close and talking sweetly as we made our way out of the Canyon. Afterwards we shared a picnic altogether, and I don’t know that I’ve ever been so happy in my life sitting there in total peace and joy. That feeling of quiet & simple intimacy… thank you, Jesus.
We got married this past November at our dear family friends’ home. I was able to get ready in my room at home, knowing Jonathan was just down the road in what would be my home that very night. We had an intimate ceremony in a pasture beside the house and had dinner afterward with our sweet family & friends in a tent in the backyard. We wanted the day to be a celebration of Jesus in our lives. It was him alone who gave us such a sweet story, and he had our path chosen for us all along. We’re both so grateful for the way he’s revealed himself through our relationship, giving Jonathan and I to one another as part of his perfect plan.
I want to share our day with y’all, and forgive me for the photo overload & additional comments, but it was truly one of those days you can swear you hear angels singing. Just so lovely, so darling, and a complete joy to experience!
Photographer: @charissacooper | Videographer: @jordanknightphotography | Paper goods: @oldcitymailroom | Dress Store: @thesentimentalistatl | Veil: @hermionedepaula | Shoes: @soludos & @bryrclogs | Ribbon: @honeysilksco | Florist: @gardenia.atlanta | Men’s Suit: @hstocktonatlanta | Rentals: @oconeeeventsinc & @blueeyedyonder | Caterer: @suninmybelly
If you’re scrolling on your phone, unfortunately the song won’t play alongside the site, but on a computer click play below for one of our wedding songs.