05/05/2025
A Fun Story for Our Legal Love Day
So, remember that big, beautiful Florida wedding I posted about on March 30th? The one I planned while six months postpartum with Alex? (Yes, really—because that’s the kind of ambitious, slightly sleep-deprived magic I roll with.)
Well… plot twist.
Turns out, on that day, we didn’t actually get legally married.Peter McCarthyrwork ever tells the whole story of a union anyway—but here’s what happened:
Five minutes before the ceremony, our best man Peter McCarthy pops into the bridal suite and casually asks, “Hey, do you have the marriage license?”
Cue the shared look of panic.
He knew.
I knew.
We absolutely did not have the license.
Despite being assured three times by our wedding planner that “everything would be taken care of,” this particular detail slipped through the cracks. So there we were, 41 of our loved ones waiting on the balcony(story fo Another day, sunset beach wedding dis not happen due to a speinkle of rain) for us to seal the deal, and no legal standing to do it.
The minister needed a little convincing… but I worked my magic (as one does). He agreed to proceed, a faux certificate was printed, and the ceremony went ahead with all the love in the world. We vowed to make it official back home in Newfoundland.
Which brings us to today—May 5th, our Legal Love Day.
Seven years ago today, my beautiful cousin and her husband gifted us a private ceremony. A dear friend got us into the ALT Hotel (we were the first “I Do” on the terrace!), and we planned to head to Merchant Tavern for dinner.
But of course—another twist.
Just as we finished signing the paperwork at ALT, we got a call: Merchant had to shut down for the night. Fire alarm system chaos.
No worries.
They offered us a private room at Raymonds instead (not too shabby, hey?).
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