For this reason alone; to experience this belonging; to publicly choose and be chosen; I question how anyone could deny another the basic civil right of marriage.
Our wedding was perfect for us. Very intimate, just family.
We knew we wanted to dress up in honor of such a significant event, but neither of us could really buy into the whole church/tux/white dress thing. I mean white? Really? Four (4!) kids. We just wanted honest. He picked his snazzy gray suite and I chose an orange dress (and a significant amount of flair).
And, of course, it had to be by the ocean...
We chose to say our vows, with our loved ones gathered around us, on a scenic platform overlooking Moonstone beach.
|We even had our mothers officiate the ceremony|
|Our precious mothers|
Everyone collected small jars of rocks from moonstone beach prior to the wedding. During our ceremony, each person poured a portion of their rocks into our jar while sharing their thoughts on love.Now we have a jar of colorful moonstone beach pebbles found on the day we got married.
It was a wonderful day.
One which I love to replay in my memory... over and over.