It was different this time. There was no fanfare; no white dress; no aisle. There was a tiny bit of planning and we were on a beach, but one that was about as far away as possible from the first time without leaving the country.

I wore sweatpants. My hair was pulled back after a day spent in the sun. We ate fried clams and caprese salad on a bench. Our entertainment was watching one of the most extraordinary sunsets I have ever seen.

When the sun finally sank for a rest behind the glorious watercolor it left behind, people began to turn their backs and head home. We stayed.

As we left our bench and walked down the beach, we saw a patch of sand amongst some reeds and made our way towards it… barefoot, no make-up, no music, no friends or family. Read More »