Epilogue From Mode Magazine
We got married on a rainy day in October—the kind of rainy day that makes you want to be in a college library or tucked into a big chair with a hot apple cider and a thick book. Of course, it mostly reminded me of the Irish abbey where I realized that I wasn’t just in love with my ex, but unconditionally and sacrificially in love with him. And so it felt like a piece of that fateful trip was with us as we said our vows and pledged to love each other forever, with patience above all.
His brother—a former priest (yes, you might say some things run in this family)—led the ceremony, which we held in the same place where we came together the first and the final time. My husband chose it because he wanted to see the hills in the distance as he said his vows to me
