We took a different approach to getting married. Instead of throwing a big party, we had an intimate ceremony instead, just us two.
The result was something more magical than I ever expected.
Big Sur is what happens when nature shows off. It’s so beautiful, you almost don’t believe your eyes. Am I dreaming? Is this real? If you’re lucky enough to see it in person, then yes, you know how real the magic can be.
And there for a brief moment, a portal opened just for us. A landslide took out the southern entrance to Big Sur, turning it into one big cul-de-sac to play in. There were fewer people than usual at the busiest time of year.
We were already going to go camping, but we decided a week before, why not get married instead? It was a weird time. The green cottage had just gotten robbed, so we had some insurance money on our hands, and traumatic events like that always make you reconsider what is really valuable.
For me, it was this person that I was practically already married to. When you’ve been together for eleven years and have been living together for three of them, you build a marriage behind the scenes, brick by brick instead of all at once in front of an audience.
It also just so happened that the day we were set to arrive was the anniversary of our first date, 07-07-07. I’m a lucky girl, what can I say.
And so with a supportive grove of redwoods as witnesses, with a creek tearing up at our vows, we got married.
Photos by: Jacki Potorke