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Zoey’s Corner: Our Crappy First Day of Marriage


April 11, 2023


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When we started talking about the types of things we would share when we first started our business we pictured writing about all the wonderful things in life, the “perfect” days… about 3.5 seconds later we came to the realization that if that were the case, we’d be writing maybe two to three posts per year, and hey, what’s the fun in that?

So we had another idea..

What if we share the honest truth? Not just the pretty parts, but seriously… The Truth. With a capital T. We’re talking about the ugly, pretty embarrassing but still amazing TRUTH of our every day lives.

August 11, 2017 was a very eventful day for us, one we will never forget. It was the day of our wedding. And it was PERFECT. We said I do, and there was cake and pie and family and –well, none of it matters right now, we’ll save it for another day. Lets get into the juicy stuff, or as we like to call it, the “chisme” (aka “the scoop” or maybe even “the tea”? You pick)

It was a very late 9 o’clock when we decided we had partied all the party our little party animal hearts could party. So we decided to head out for the night. We could try to make excuses and say that we were just so exhausted from the excitement of the day (it’s partly true) but the truth of the matter is we are suckish party people. We’re more of the hang out at home in our pajamas and watch documentaries type of people (no need to be jealous of our extraordinary lifestyle, what can I say? We’re blessed)

We hopped into the adorable (and extremely old) little getaway car that had been waiting for us all afternoon. Then we crossed our fingers and hoped and prayed it wouldn’t break down before we reached our destination—the end of the street. I’m sad to tell you that although the little old car did just fine, we did not. As soon as we’d closed the doors to the car we immediately burst into tears.

It was in that very moment that we realized we absolutely hated each other.

JUST KIDDING! Chillllllllllll. We’re just emotional people, geez.

We cried all the way to the hotel. Held our tears while we checked in so it wouldn’t look like some sort of hostage situation, and then cried ourselves to sleep—I promise.

The next day felt completely different. We were ready for our fairytale honeymoon to begin! It started off great, we debated on whether or not we should stop for breakfast but opted not to since we were so excited to make it to our first stop, the childhood home of Bill Clinton (can you say ROMANTIC?!)

Shortly after, the first real test of our marriage began. You see, it seems the food from our wedding didn’t settle very well with Nathan’s stomach. Nathan started complaining and downright whining about how badly he had to go… So we made a restroom stop. And then another restroom stop. Oh yeah, and then another one, except for this time, there was a problem. THERE WAS NO RESTROOM. Nathan rushed back to the car and we left fast and furious style in search for the elusive porcelain throne! The issue was, the only thing southern Arkansas seemed to have was pine trees. We continued our search exiting the highway at any possibility of finding a toilet. To Nathan’s relieve we were finally able to find a small gas station. We pulled in to the parking lot, Nathan practically jumped out of the car and took off at a full sprint towards the door. Now the next part is based solely off his testimony…

He states that as he pulled the door open he looked to his left, made eye contact with the cashier, and then to looked to his right, and there it was. In all of its glory. The heavenly glow of the “restroom this way” sign, hanging right above the potato chips. He made his way over as frantically as he could, and if you’ve ever seen Nathan run, you know how hilarious this would’ve been to watch. He pulled open the door of the restroom, took three steps forward, and grabbed the stall handle. At this point, a sense of euphoria overcame his body. He allowed himself to relax just a little, maybe even a little too much. Much to his disappointment, it was locked. It was at this very moment that time stood still. It was too late. There was no turning back. The sense of euphoria was quickly replaced by a sense of utter despair and hopelessness. Now at this point, you all know what happened, so I’ll save you the details. Lets just say Nathan’s brand-new gym shorts lived a very short life.

I then received this gem, which I will forever treasure and keep close to my heart.

I fought the urge to drive away without him.

But then, I remembered my vows. And I got his clothes with pride, because I was going to be the best newlywed there ever was. I was determined to get my man clean clothes. I made my way to the door, undies in hand.. pulled on the door handle… and before I’d even taken a step inside, the cashier lifted his hand… Pointed to his left… and said nothing.

But in that moment, I knew without a shadow of a doubt, he knew exactly who I was looking for.

So friends, what they say about marriage is true, in sickness and in health. For richer or for poorer. With clean undies or not so clean undies…

Til death do you part.


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