Three years ago today (June 22), it was a hot but breezy Saturday. I married a man who was more creative, kind and beautiful than I could have ever imagined (if you’ve been reading my stories, you know I have a big imagination). Since then we’ve bought and renovated a house, planted a garden, adopted a cat and had dozens of amazing adventures.
Our first adventure as a married couple (aka a honeymoon) was a trip to Bar Harbor, Maine. This morning, I was looking through photos from that trip and started laughing at myself. I hardly took any pictures of my self and my husband. Almost all of them were either of my bouquets, or the scenery, as if those could somehow tell the story and document our trip better than anything else.
And maybe they did. Nature was the reason we choose Bar Harbor. Every day was spent kayaking, hiking and biking in and around Acadia National Park.
I don’t talk or write about religion much, but I’ve always felt closest to God when I was away from people, surrounded by forest, ocean and mountains. We had our official ceremony in a Catholic Church, but in a more private, spiritual sense, the hours we spent outdoors, just me, him and God’s creation, was part of that ceremony or ritual. We spoke our vows before God on the altar then acted them out on the trail. I made sure he drank enough water. He helped me up a rock my short legs struggled to scramble over. I watched when her perched on a cliff edge to take a picture. He made sure we didn’t over do it on the hikes. The more challenging the trail, the stronger our bond became. I don’t think I realized that three years ago, but looking back, its crystal clear. And I’m pretty sure its why my album looks something like this:
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