While Melody is away enjoying honeymoon paradise, she’s asked a few fellow bloggers to take over for her. I waited patiently for a topic request, an assignment, or maybe parameters of what I should or shouldn’t write about – but she never specified. To that I say, thanks for giving me the freedom to blog about whatever! Until Melody returns with a wedding story of her own, I thought I could share one of mine with you.

James and I were married last summer on Ke’e Beach, Kauai. With exception to the sun blazing down on us, the hot sand burning our feet and the wind whipping sand into our eyes, our beach wedding was exactly what we imagined. We got lei’d as part of our Hawaiian ceremony, which included reading vows we had written to each other. It was just the two of us and it was perfection.

Afterward we ate lunch at the Princeville Resort in Hanalei. While sitting at the table having our first meal as a married couple, some older gentlemen stops by and jokingly asks, “You guys still getting along?”

I smiled and faked a laugh, but while he and James briefly chatted I was thinking, “Hey, smartguy, we were having a conversation and you weren’t invited. Plus, you butted in while I was speaking. I believe the veil and wedding dress both give me the conversational right-of-way.”

The dude walked away and I turned around to beam an evil stare into the back of his head. While doing so, the husband at the next table over leaned around his wife and said to us, “Whoa! That was Craig T. Nelson!?”

Yes, it was.

Some celebrity spotter, I am.

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Listening to: Jake Shimabukuro – While My Guitar (ukulele) Gently Weeps
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