Geneva and Kyle share their experience from CMT's My Big Redneck Wedding.
Kyle and I were both born and bred in a small "mountain man" community, and fulfilling dreams is often hard here. When we first started dating, we knew that we would complete each other's dreams. Kyle proposed Christmas Eve right after our one-year anniversary. It was wonderful. We decided that our wedding needed to be before we started college, and after we graduated high school. So we set the date for Oct. 27, 2007, right before our two-year anniversary. Thoughts of planning, colors, food, everything bubbled in our minds. Kyle didn't want a wedding where he felt stiff, and we both wanted something that everyone could really enjoy. Eventually, we decided that we should have a wedding that reflected our culture here, and one where people could wear their everyday clothes.
The week of the wedding was crazy -- last minute shopping, getting ready and worrying about how it would turn out when Saturday came. Kyle wanted to play most of the time, but with the wedding being so laid back, I guess it really wasn't a huge deal. Our nerves were shot, but we were both so ready to start our lives together.
When Saturday came, it was like our town. If you blinked you'd miss it. That morning, for the guys were laid back; for the girls it was crazy. We were going here and there, excited about that afternoon. I thank the bridal party so, so much for being the best. The guys arrived on time, took pictures and hid Kyle when the girls got there. When the girls arrived, we took pictures and tried to hide me. Kyle says that he didn't see me, but I think he did. Everything looked perfect. Glancing from the clubhouse, it looked like there was 200 people there. Not only were Kyle and I nervous, the whole bridal party was. Kyle told me after the wedding that he almost went through a carton of cigarettes before the wedding.
Time passed and then it was time to walk down the aisle. My dad and I rode up to the top of the hill, and I got ready for the long walk. The ceremony went by fast. I thought that Kyle would be the wreck, but I know it was the other way around. Everyone cried, even people that we thought never would, did. The ceremony was everything we wished it would be.
The reception went great also. We talked to everyone as they stood in line for food, and by the time some of them got to the food, there was barely any left. Throwing the bouquet was quite funny considering that some people really, really wanted it, and the garter being thrown was cool, too. After a few bites of deer meat, cake and some home style dishes, we decided it was time to go. We left in the truck (which was covered in cake, beans, and toilet paper), headed to the redneck heaven of Pigeon Forge and Gatlinburg, Tenn.
The wedding was so wonderful that words couldn't explain it. Things went wrong and the wedding wasn't perfect. It was more than perfect. Everyone there loved being laid back in their everyday clothes. We enjoyed and appreciated everyone there and love them dearly. The wedding was as redneck to some people as anything, but to us it was a perfectly normal day. Besides that two hearts joined together as one. We loved it, and it was our dream come true!