Eight years ago today, I married my sweetie.
It was a beautiful, Hawaiian summer day. There was a light rain in the morning, which was good. The Hawaiian people consider it to be good luck if it rains on your wedding day.
We were married among a small gathering of family on the porch of a lovely, private plantation house in Hana, Maui.
You might say that we eloped.
Over the past eight years, we’ve encountered the usual highs and lows of marriage… as well as a few that were unexpected. But we’re still together, still in love, and we’ve been blessed with a sweet, wonderful daughter.
E hoomau maua kealoha.
Hau`oli la Ho’omana’o = Happy Anniversary.
E hoomau maua kealoha = May our love last forever.
UPDATE: In looking at the picture again, I wanted to mention that ALL the floral arrangements you see were handmade by my cousin, her daughters, and myself. We stayed up late the night before the wedding assembling the leis and the bridal bouquet. My cousin and I are both daughters of florists; I did NOT inherit any of that talent, but thankfully, my cousin did. She has made some beautiful leis and bouquets for various weddings and events.