Country music hit-maker Brett Young and Taylor Mills‘ wedding took place on Saturday, November 3rd at the Bighorn Golf Club in Palm Desert, California. According to PEOPLE, the pair wed in front of 200 guests which included Luke Combs, Lee Brice, and Gavin DeGraw. The three artists also performed during the wedding reception.
Young, 37, and Mills, 31, first met more than a decade ago in Arizona and became engaged last February in Oxford, Mississippi— the home the star’s alma mater Ole Miss. Although they just exchanged vows, the couple are already thinking about adding children.
“We’ve been together for a long time and we do want kids soon,” Young shared with the outlet. “This is the beginning of our life together, and I’m excited to say husband and wife!”
Congrats to Brett and Taylor! We wish them many years of happiness together! Share this update with other country music fans.
“Ticket To L.A.” Lyrics
Gate 22, two hour delay
She was waitin’ on a plane to L.A.
I didn’t see the harm in sittin’ down at the wrong gate
She said, “Hello, where you headed to?”
I didn’t lie but I bent the truth
Said, “I’d go anywhere with you”
And before long
It was midnight in the middle of JFK
Tryin’ to take my mind off the fallin’ rain
I was sayin’ anything to make her laugh
Never wanted anything so bad
She got me wishin’ that she could stay
Doesn’t even know that I’ve missed my plane
Now there ain’t a single thing I wouldn’t trade
For a ticket to L.A.
Yeah, yeah, a ticket to L.A
Yeah, yeah, yeah
She opened up after a drink
Said, she started law school in the spring
And by the time that she had three
I know almost everything
Lightnin’ flashed across the sky
I said, it probably wasn’t safe to fly
Secretly, I hoped that she’d be stuck with me all night
It was midnight in the middle of JFK
Tryin’ to take my mind off the fallin’ rain
I was sayin’ anything to make her laugh
Never wanted anything so bad
She got me wishin’ that she could stay
Doesn’t even know that I’ve missed my plane
Now there ain’t a single thing I wouldn’t trade
For a ticket to L.A.
And now Gate 22 is callin’ out her name
She wrote her number on my hand and walked away
Alone here in the middle of JFK
Sittin’ near the bar in an empty gate
I’d do anything to bring her back
Never wanted anything so bad
She got me wishin’ that she could stay
Doesn’t even know that I’ve missed my plane
Now there ain’t a single thing I wouldn’t trade
For a ticket to L.A.
Yeah, yeah, a ticket to L.A
Yeah, yeah
A ticket to L.A., yeah
A ticket to L.A.
A ticket to L.A.
A ticket to L.A., yeah, yeah
