We're Getting Married!

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I knew I wanted to marry Jacob from the first weekend we spent away together. It was mid-October and we rented a tiny cabin on Lake Superior’s North Shore. We spent the weekend exploring waterfall trails and scrambling around boulders on the beach. We took turns wearing each other’s sunglasses – mine rose-tinted and Jacob’s polarized – so that we could each see how the other person was experiencing the fall scenery. As we drove home at the end of the weekend, I kept thinking that there was no place I wouldn’t go with Jacob. We started dreaming about spending our lives together. We enjoyed a weekend in Vegas, visited the Grand Canyon, and planned to do more. And then COVID hit, and we realized we would be spending a LOT of time at home. Living together through a pandemic has confirmed that we truly are better together – not just when life is good and easy – but all the time, even and especially when life is complicated or hard. I know that in Jacob I have a real partner – one who I feel lucky to be with every day, who patiently puts in his headphones when I am on zoom meetings for hours on end, who recognizes the humor in us leaving half (okay, most) of our new couch at IKEA, and who sees us as a team that can face anything together. I still know that there is no place I wouldn’t go with Jacob. I do look forward to the day when we can again venture out of our pandemic bubble, but I also know that I would choose a lifetime of any form with Jacob. Whether we are traveling the world or just at home, Jacob is the love of my life and I can’t wait to start our next chapter as a married couple.

I had it all planned out. We were going to start at my favorite cheese shop. We would have lunch at a fun spot I knew about. We would stop at a state park to cement in her mind that I was both outdoorsy and smart. Our weekend at Cabin Beck was when I was going to tell Martha that I was in love with her. We spent 45 minutes (and I spent $45) on cheese and bread at the cheese shop. Later, when I declared that our snack of said cheese and bread with wine was a “traditional peasant’s meal,” she laughed right in my face. Then she sent a Snapchat to her friends reiterating her ridicule. (Fair.) Gordy’s Hi-Hat was closed. (Duh. We were there in October.) Split Rock Lighthouse State Park was kind of cold, and all I really proved was that I stop to read every self-guided informational sign. (I will never apologize for this.) I told Martha I loved her that weekend, but she knew that. Just a few weeks earlier, after maybe too many drinks together at Cuzzy’s, Martha demanded to know why I hadn’t told her I was in love. After explaining the many hints I had dropped (including a "Bachelor"-style tease wherein I told her I felt like I was *starting* to fall in love with her), I just admitted it. It seemed pretty obvious all of a sudden. Our relationship would not be swayed by what was available for lunch. Martha makes my life better every day. We still laugh about traditional peasant’s meals and Martha still waits patiently while I read the signs. We talk about the future, we try to live in the moment, Martha asks me what’s taking so long. I’m in love! What to do next seems pretty obvious.