Barefoot, with a homemade dress and flowers from the local farmer’s market, my Beloved and I got married in my parents backyard on a beautiful Wisconsin Saturday.
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Our story is unique and crazy, deep and perfect. ​

"And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, ​I’d find you and I’d choose you."

​Guised as a Summer Solstice Soirée, our wedding was a surprise to everyone except my parents and siblings (who found out a couple weeks to a couple days before- I needed their help to pull this off!)
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​Being a surprise (!), many people thought I was pregnant- sorry to disappoint! Not yet!
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The wedding announcement… ​

​Following many loving, Midwestern perfect hugs, we excitedly scurried upstairs and changed into our wedding attire.
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At the last minute I opted to go barefoot. The second best choice I made that day, behind marrying my Beloved.

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When he and I first started seeing each other again, I was living in Syracuse. One evening, after a long day at work, I drove through a white-out New York blizzard to get the perfect journal to chronicle our crazy, beautiful story.

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I hoped and prayed that one day he would read my words on our Wedding day.

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Over two years later, that happened.

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My Uncle/Godfather lead our intimate ceremony in a wonderful, heartfelt way. My brother next to Beloved, and my sister next to me.

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The surprised and delighted guests were our closest family members, who stood by, unwavering, through cloudy days and dark nights.

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"A sibling’s love runs deeper than the ocean, stronger than the tide."