Eloping in Vegas is tacky. So, we eloped in Sedona.
Best decision I’ve ever made.
A long time ago, I did not want to get married. I did not ever think I’d find someone that I could actually trust enough to marry, after being burned badly, and in ways that are both reprehensible and unspeakable. With my history, it’s no wonder I spread a blanket of distrust upon love.
Marriage is sacred. Marriage is beautiful, intimate, and in my humble opinion, deserves honor. I feel that marriage between a couple is the most intimate and treasured connection. At least it should be. I didn’t think I could have it, until I met Kevin.
This is why we eloped.
We eloped because we could not wait to embrace each other as husband and wife. We were eager. We did not want to express the intimate and passionate vows in front of 200 people. We wanted real vows that we wouldn’t feel awkward saying in front of people we may not know that well. We wanted to take this journey, expressing ourselves without fear, and with full comfort of being forever intimately connected and blessed.
It isn’t necessary to make a big spectacle of egos, playing a waiting game, and having a bunch of people I may or may not know in 10 years to share the aforementioned intimate vows with the man I wish to build my life with. We did it our way, without catering to others. It was truly us.
Besides, 80% of you come for the food and booze.
Do you know how hard it’s been to not tell the world until today? I wanted to make sure our (very spaced apart) family and best friends knew before we announced it. How could I not tell the world I am married to the man that changed my life and perspective on love?
We married exactly the way we wished to; among the red rocks of Sedona. We married right on the creek at red rock crossing.
Evidently, that is good luck.
We arrived at the location and hiked down to the river. Our officiant called – late – and asked if we could come back. I immediately got flustered as my soon-to-be husband took the phone and attempted to guide him and the witness. After our failed attempts, our amazing photographer Kym Ventola (seriously, she’s beyond worth the money!) took matters into her own hands and hiked back to get our officiant.
The wind began to pick up, and it sprinkled a little harder. I was full of distress and was quite upset. Then we heard Kym, “KEVIN!!”
She was back! The second our officiant walked up, I was completely disarmed. He set up for our ceremony as yet another gust of wind happened.
This gust of wind was strong enough to knock down an oak branch.
“It’s the Universe speaking” said our officiant.
“Yeah, the Universe is saying, ‘Get on with it’, ” said I.
The wind then died. The sprinkles stopped. The ceremony began and went off without a hitch. It was completed, and we were married. He kissed me a little early, though.
On May 8th, 2010, Kevin Spidel became my boyfriend.
On May 8th, 2012… Kevin became my husband.
Oh yeah, he has some input too.
And for that, I am thankful, happy, and blessed. To me, building a life with this wonderful man that inspires me – with love – to pursue my passions, dreams, and everything! Even down to my hobbies.
Thank you, Kevin. You have made me believe in love again. Most of all, you’ve made me believe in life.
I love you, husband!