[Karey is an everyday story teller, and never fails to make me smile. Mary inspires me daily with her photos, both original and curated. Together they're the t.ruffle girls, and I'm so happy they agreed to do a guest post while I'm away!]
The night my husband and I met for the very first time, he asked me to marry him. I answered “Sure!” Because I felt quite sure I could spend the rest of my life listening to him talk to me. He had this accent that I couldn’t quite place. It was a blend of East coast, Midwest, a year studying in Europe, and thug Italian. It was devastatingly cool. Still is.
A few years later, we eloped to Nantucket; my dad had died the summer before, and neither of us could imagine such a day without him.
I wore a J. Crew dress long before they sold wedding attire. We remembered all our documentation, but forgot rings and the shoes over which I’d obsessed for months. Too bad, because they were perfection.
I forgot my something old and something blue, but my boy assured me that the blue of my eyes would do nicely. And the old would be what we’d grow together.
In the end, I can tell you none of the details mattered. There was no letterpress, no photo booth, no first dance jitters, no calligraphied place cards, no bouquets, and no color scheme except the blue of the sea and the green of the lawn at the Wauwinet. And, yet, there was so much more.
The night before we wed, my husband-to-be picked the perfect spot for our vows. They were simple; I promised to make him laugh every day and he promised to want to talk to me every day, and we both promised to choose each other for the rest of our lives.
Three lovely daughters and years and years later, I still count that day as one of our most perfect, clutter-free moments. It was me and him on the edge of an island, promising to try our best to live our best. Together and forever.
This morning, I shook him awake thirty minutes early. “It snowed last night!” I whispered excitedly. He jumped out of bed and looked out the window with the glee of a ten-year old kid. Then realized I’d been teasing him.
“After all these years, I still fall for you.” He said, shaking his head and laughing.
Okay. In all honesty, that wasn’t his exact quote. It ended more like “…I still fall for your bull*#@!” But I knew what he meant. And it still thrills me to make that boy laugh.
(Visit us – Mary Swenson and Karey Mackin – at our sweet Etsy shop. You might want to buy a calendar or one of our gorgeous posters. That would make us very happy. It would also make you very happy. We promise.)
Top row, left to right: Simple bouquet from Jose Villa / silver wedding bands from Precious Jewelry Designs / white car from Jose Villa
Bottom row, left to right: Champagne picnic basket from In This Instance / bride and groom from Orchard Cove Photography via Style Me Pretty / cupcake pair from Paul Barbera