The Ramada Plaza Beach Resort in Fort Walton Beach, Florida and I go back a long ways.
Somewhere around 1999 I think.
For some reason I’d ended up in my ’86 Ford Ranger on a road trip to Shreveport, Louisiana. Because when you’re 19 years old and haven’t ever really driven any long distance by yourself, Shreveport Louisiana sounds like a far off distant and magical place.
Until you get there. And then you’re all like ERMAHGERD DO NOT WANT.
I then realized I could drive a measly seven more hours and find myself in Florida. I’d never been to Florida. I’d heard there were beaches there. And an ocean. I figured I should probably go see that. And thanks to my parent’s credit card, I did just that. (Sorry, mom and dad.) It was a few days of walking on the beach and playing my Nintendo 64 that’d I’d brought with me in the hotel room, and thus began my torrid love affair with my adopted home state of Florida.
So when my dear friend Amber Campbell with Beachside Ceremonies sent me Anne and Channing, I jumped at the chance to go again. And I’m stupidly glad I did. I adore this couple, and I loved their wedding.
Anne and Channing, thanks for being sweet and wonderful people. I loved getting to spend the day with you guys.