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.
Our story is unique and crazy, deep and perfect.
Our story is unique and crazy, deep and perfect.
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!)
Being a surprise (!), many people thought I was pregnant- sorry to disappoint! Not yet!
The wedding announcement…
Following many loving, Midwestern perfect hugs, we excitedly scurried upstairs and changed into our wedding attire.
At the last minute I opted to go barefoot. The second best choice I made that day, behind marrying my Beloved.
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.
I hoped and prayed that one day he would read my words on our Wedding day.
Over two years later, that happened.
My Uncle/Godfather lead our intimate ceremony in a wonderful, heartfelt way. My brother next to Beloved, and my sister next to me.
The surprised and delighted guests were our closest family members, who stood by, unwavering, through cloudy days and dark nights.