Every year Ed and I travel south to Miami, where he was born and spent most of his childhood. For the past few years our trips have always felt like a get-away vacation, but this year, it truly felt like "going home". Like every year, we spent most of our time hugging family and friends, opening presents, drinking champagne, playing with sand at the beach, and sailed aboard ISIS (unfortunate naming, but the boat was named decades ago).
In the spirit of the holidays, we decided to get hitched in his parents' backyard (we are not the big wedding type) and threw together a quick ceremony/party. Who knew his parents were so good at planning low-budget, last minute weddings? This may require another post.