Chris and I (Amelia) met in August 2010 on the internet, and in person shortly thereafter. She’s a tattoo artist and I’m a birth doula. We have two dogs and live in an intentional community in Seattle called Homoasis.
We were doing something adorable (apparently) one day when a housemate asked “when are you two going to get married, anyway?” “As soon as it’s legal here!” was my immediate reply. A few weeks later an internet graphic reminded me that we *could* legally marry in my home state of New Hampshire– where I knew I wanted to get married, anyway. After considering a few weeks to see how seriously I wanted to take my off-the-cuff remark and calling my best friend from high school who was getting married the next July at home and asking if she would mind if we got married in the same week, I bought Chris a ring (Art Nouveau style, from the 1940′s). I showed it to her, saying she could have it when she wanted. I knew if I outright proposed the answer would be at best a ‘maybe’; she needs to consider such things. A few weeks later, when she suggested that we go shopping for my ring (a late Victorian-era piece), we realized that we were engaged.
My best friend from college agreed to be our photographer after many disclaimers about having not shot a wedding before. It was to be in my dad’s yard, across the street from the lake I grew up on. We collected baubles in primary colors for months: sparkly napkin rings (which we put in the trees); tin airplanes, toys, whistles, and figurines; tiny bottles and huge plastic rhinestones; and ribbons we wrapped around the apple trees. My parents did most of the on-the-ground organizing what with us living on the opposite coast, but we didn’t have many requirements about what we needed so it was easy to let them take care of it.
We decided to have it on the 4th because I always thought it would be great to have fireworks on an anniversary every year, plus it was close to my friends’ wedding and we could only make the cross-country trip once. Also the glorious irony of being married on Independence Day. Aside from the short ceremony with vows we wrote and a hand-fasting, it was a picnic with the 40 most important people in our lives! We spread quilts on the grass and served BBQ, fruit, and other simple foods. Oh, and then there was a swim/trash-the-dress shoot after the meal with a bunch of the wedding guests who stripped down to their underwear to take a dip.
“trust your heart
if the seas catch fire
(and live by love
though the stars walk backward)
honour the past
but welcome the future
(and dance your death
away at the wedding)
never mind a world
with its villains or heroes
(for good likes girls
and tomorrow and the earth)”









