The one where we got married

He proposed in a garden, standing up. He liked the symbolism of standing over kneeling, the two of us journeying life side-by-side. So he proposed while standing, in a wild part of a plantation in Charleston.  And then he got on one knee. "Martin...stop.  Stop.  STOP." He turned his head and saw the tram of sun-glassed tourists halted twenty feet behind... Continue Reading →

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