6.7.18
Maryland has special place in Nate’s heart. He was born in Silver Springs, Maryland and grew up visiting his grandparents in Ocean City. His grandmother still lives in the house his grandfather built 29 years ago. We always said this would be our first destination once living on the road.
We had been there almost a week spending our days kayaking the bay where his grandfather taught him to fish and helping Grandma around the house. We found an old crab pot washed up, fixed it and threw it right off the dock. We had home cooked meals from Grandma every night and Rusty may have gotten a little too spoiled. We were having so much fun we couldn’t imagine leaving. Not to mention grandma didn’t want us to go.
If you haven’t noticed, Nate and I aren’t much for doing things the traditional way. In fact getting married never really mattered because we both didn’t want a wedding. Often asked about when the day would come, our answer was “someday soon,” knowing good and well we had no idea. Then, awhile ago Grandma said to us she hoped to be around for our wedding. We laughed thinking it was funny that anyone cared if we were married, because we sure didn’t, but coming from her it got us thinking. What if we don’t have a wedding anytime soon? We certainly want her around for that day too...
We went to Assatique Island to see the wild ponies, a place Nate grew up going to, and as we sat there talking about the rest of our time in Maryland Nate asked if I wanted to go get married. I had originally joked about the idea long ago, thinking it would be a perfect time and simply, it was. We went to the courthouse the next day and applied for our license. When we got home and told grandma about our plan she told us we would be the first of her grandchildren she would be present for the original marriage. We knew right then how special this would be for her and that made it all worth it. She gave Nate his grandfathers ring and I borrowed hers for the ceremony. Nate picked my bouquet from flowers growing around the house. I wore an old white cotton dress I’ve held onto for years and just the three of us drove to Snow Hill, Maryland, an old town with the most beautiful red brick courthouse. It was short and sweet, we took some pictures and drove back home. We hadn’t told anyone of our plan, not even our moms, so we spent the day calling our closest family & friends to tell them the news. We ate crab cakes for dinner from the fresh crab we caught and went for one last sunset paddle in the bay. For us, this was the perfect day. Our wedding day.
We had been there almost a week spending our days kayaking the bay where his grandfather taught him to fish and helping Grandma around the house. We found an old crab pot washed up, fixed it and threw it right off the dock. We had home cooked meals from Grandma every night and Rusty may have gotten a little too spoiled. We were having so much fun we couldn’t imagine leaving. Not to mention grandma didn’t want us to go.
If you haven’t noticed, Nate and I aren’t much for doing things the traditional way. In fact getting married never really mattered because we both didn’t want a wedding. Often asked about when the day would come, our answer was “someday soon,” knowing good and well we had no idea. Then, awhile ago Grandma said to us she hoped to be around for our wedding. We laughed thinking it was funny that anyone cared if we were married, because we sure didn’t, but coming from her it got us thinking. What if we don’t have a wedding anytime soon? We certainly want her around for that day too...
We went to Assatique Island to see the wild ponies, a place Nate grew up going to, and as we sat there talking about the rest of our time in Maryland Nate asked if I wanted to go get married. I had originally joked about the idea long ago, thinking it would be a perfect time and simply, it was. We went to the courthouse the next day and applied for our license. When we got home and told grandma about our plan she told us we would be the first of her grandchildren she would be present for the original marriage. We knew right then how special this would be for her and that made it all worth it. She gave Nate his grandfathers ring and I borrowed hers for the ceremony. Nate picked my bouquet from flowers growing around the house. I wore an old white cotton dress I’ve held onto for years and just the three of us drove to Snow Hill, Maryland, an old town with the most beautiful red brick courthouse. It was short and sweet, we took some pictures and drove back home. We hadn’t told anyone of our plan, not even our moms, so we spent the day calling our closest family & friends to tell them the news. We ate crab cakes for dinner from the fresh crab we caught and went for one last sunset paddle in the bay. For us, this was the perfect day. Our wedding day.
