Anniversaries and Adventures

 A year ago today, right about this time, Seth and I looked up from our sandwiches at Melby’s (a grocery store/ bait shop/ diner-ish eatery in Waterford, Maine) and realized that we had just over an hour to change before our wedding. We raced back to the Bear Mountain Inn, newly-minted marriage license in tow, to get ready. Our best efforts notwithstanding, we were not even close to ready on time (ahem, Seth), and the ceremony started late. Luckily there was no one around to care if we were late, rumpled, or sweaty, or to notice that my dress was a tiny bit tight. Seth was still in an ex fix and couldn’t make it down the “aisle” at the last minute, so we rode down the hill to the lakeshore on the back of his pickup truck, which one of the innkeepers had kindly agreed to drive. Afterwards, we took a few snapshots with a turkey decoy, feasted on takeout and wedding cake, and passed out watching “Duck Dynasty” before we could finish our champagne.

And thus began our adventure. Well, officially anyway. To be honest, we were already knee deep in it, and our relaxed, funny wedding was just a spur-of-the-moment high water mark in a year characterized by ups and downs that would put any roller coaster to shame.

It’s hard to believe that here we are, a year later, knocked up and pretty settled suburbanites. Seth doesn’t just walk now, he bikes, swims, and runs. He was pronounced fit for duty and starts school in the fall, and we have a three-year plan and- gulp- a baby shopping list. We still have the truck, I’m still squeezing into clothes (for a different reason now), and he’s still always late. And it’s never stopped being an adventure.

We celebrated a bit early in Bar Harbor, with a long weekend of sleeping in and massages and gorging ourselves on lobster (Seth) and mac and cheese (me) and lobster mac and cheese (take a guess.) We biked the carriage roads in Acadia National Park, had picnics on beautiful beaches, saw the view from the top of Cadillac Mountain… and Seth even talked me into go-karting and mini golf. It was a perfect weekend away, and a great way to celebrate how far we’ve come since our last escape to Maine. And the many adventures that lie ahead for the Nieman Family.

Cheers to anniversaries and adventures. And summer in Maine, and long weekends, and blueberry beer, and marrying your best friend. Life is good.

Which brings me to the photo of the week:

 

More pictures from our Maine weekend here, for anybody interested in the "after" lobster shot, etc. https://plus.google.com/photos/115033664787271164277/albums/6017711770535810241?authkey=CJy897yfmrSlgwE