In 2009, Marcus and I donned our Renaissance finery and gathered with friends in an old Vermont cemetery to exchange vows. A ghost was my maid of honor. Colored leaves fell softly from the surrounding trees, decorating the gray tombstones like confetti. And a full moon rose into the sky, just as we had planned.
Fifteen years later, we’re still saying “I do, for as long as we both shall live.” No matter how mad the world gets, we have each other.
