I married him. On a field. In the middle of wine country. We had a great dance party with our families and our friends. I didn’t eat a lot (even though I had really hoped to). I ate a sub at the end of the night (and a slice of cake) to make up for not eating enough throughout the night. I danced to Michael Jackson and Beirut. My dad made a slideshow. It rained on the morning of my wedding day. I cried. My best friend held my hand over breakfast and told me it would be ok. I remember every single moment. I ate fresh figs from a tree on the property. We told each other: wherever we go, we go together.
