Vegas in June

The question of the hour is: Why, with a marriage planned for 2 months hence, did we jump ship, run off to Vegas, & elope.

The answer is: There is no rhyme. There is no reason, just Jenny & Aaron being plain old unpredictable & spontaneous Jenny & Aaron.

"How about we run off to Vegas?" Aaron asked me not so subtly last Monday evening. "Ok," I said, and that was it. Fifteen minutes later we were on the road headed South down I-15. We drove through the night & were married first thing in the morning in a lovely little chapel called Lilly of the Valley. There were no frills, there was no planning, just Aaron & I in flip-flops & shorts becoming husband & wife. Pastor Mayberry, a delightful African-American woman performed the ceremony. "When you are married, you are to leave your father & mother & cleave to one another. You are no longer 2, but one. You can't let anyone come between you, not father or mother, sister or brother, friends, or whoever it may be. You can separate 2," she said, "but you can't separate one." I'll never forget that inspired counsel we received as we embarked on our life together.

I'm sure your brain is filled with all kinds of probing questions as to why, how, & what on earth we were thinking, but suffice it to say that our decisions are our own. We are married & we are happy & we are looking forward to a temple marriage in the future. Could our decision have been less brash & more thought through? Absolutely. Could we have been less discreet? Undoubtedly. But will we regret our decision for even a single second? Never. I am married to the love of my life & my one day eternal companion, & in that there is much to celebrate. In truth, I'm as blissful as ever :)