On Monday, October 27, 2003, I married my soul mate on a nearly deserted beach in the Caribbean. Only we two were present, save for the minister, the wedding planner, the photographer and the videographer. Oh, and the nekkid lady playing in the water a few yards away, trying to spice up our wedding video.
A more perfect wedding couldn't have been had (other than the cake falling into the sand, but don't they say that's a sign of good luck for the marriage?) and the small reception that followed was attended by two of my favorite people...us. The honeymoon was filled with sun, sand, champagne, snorkeling, sailing, pool dips, hot tub cocktails, amazing food and boat drinks. Many, many boat drinks. Oh, and sex. Lots of proper, officially sanctioned, married sex.
To my dear and sexy husband, I treasure our special day on that tiny island. The memories of our trip live and breathe in me and I think of them all the time. I'll never forget driving on the left side of the road, both of us shouting out of the jeep windows to all who would listen, "We got married! We got married!"