Kelly
Clarkson got married last weekend. I was a little swamped to say too much about
it here since I was out of town for a wedding with The Boy (more on that
later).
Kelly
Clarkson and Brandon Blackstock flew out to a picturesque Blackberry Farm in
Tennessee with his children. The ceremony was so intimate that the siblings and
parents of the couple weren’t invited. Clarkson’s brother didn’t hear about it
until a tabloid called to ask him about it.
I feel a
little bad for the family of the couple. People reported that the Blackstocks
had a big family shindig about a week before the wedding. Maybe that was in
place of inviting people to an actual ceremony but if I was immediate family, I
wouldn’t appreciate being so totally excluded. The brother said it was fine
because they live their lives in the spotlight but that’s only partly true.
If you
search Brandon Blackstock and Kelly Clarkson, there aren’t that many photos of
them together. I looked them up and saw the same dozen photos pre-wedding, most
from award shows or public events. She lives her life in the spotlight while
Blackstock is a behind the scenes guy the public hadn’t heard of before she
started dating him.
The
amount of her life Clarkson makes available to the public is part of what I
love about her. She released photos of the wedding right away and gave her fans
a short video of the whole affair. The accessibility she allows is wonderful
and makes her incredibly relatable. It just made me a little sad the whole
world saw it at the same time her family did.
I love
Clarkson and Blackstock together. I think they’re almost a rom-com stereotype
and have a great love story. You can see his influence in some song titles on
her upcoming album (Brandon’s Song and Four Carats). I wish them all the
happiness life can offer. After spending a weekend with The Boy’s extended
family for a wedding, I think including your family in your big moments is part
of that.
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