2 beautiful women who have loved and laughed and remembered for 25 years already, who are raising 2 amazing children, and who fought at the front of the fight to legalize same-sex marriage in Maine, and beyond. Upon winning the fight, their children encouraged them to act on it. So they planned a wedding, but that’s not the right word for it. And love-fest makes it sound silly, when in all honesty it was the most poignant gathering I have ever witnessed. Nearly every single person attending the wedding had a specific role and every one there, related or not, was family, and their hearts were all overflowing with love and appreciation for each other.
There’s a sign on one of the buildings that says ‘my own self, at my very best, at all times’ – and these folks hold true to that, and it’s abundantly obvious.
I left their wedding with a greater appreciation of the simple fact that I can be who I am, love who I love, and laugh as loud as I want to.
There’s not a single moment that’s not a highlight for me, but, a few things I super-duper adored… Their children were best man and maid of honor, the ring bearers & flower girls are their now – 20 something nieces and nephews who would have been in their wedding as tots had they been able to be married then. The cairn of sorts that was built stone by stone with each stone telling a tale of the attributes this family shares with the world. And the pigs. Some with wings. Because, there was a point in time, when it seemed more likely that pigs would fly before two beautiful woman in love could be married.
Family & Friends, including Vicki’s mother’s famous chocolate pie!