For the last nine days we’ve been in Alaska – hiking and exploring and eating and drinking and marrying. Oh wait, what was that last one?! Yup, we got married at Denali National Park! Actually, we eloped! No one knew we were doing it (other than the officiant and our photographer). It was intimate and romantic and everything I had always hoped for. We wrote our own vows and pledged our lives to one another in a setting that really suits us as a couple. I even wrote a poem about it.
Twenty Hours of Sun
There are no sunsets here.
Long days filled with light,
the sun hovering the whole time,
dipping to the west in the early
hours of morning but never
dropping from sight.
Even with the ever-present sun
I can still see stars, see the moon
pale in the sky, upstaged by the sun
who steals the spotlight,
claims this place as her own.
We said “I do” in the pale light
of afternoon, the mountains our witness
and crisp air our vows.
We drank the dew off one another’s lips
and toasted “forever” and “always”,
the midnight sun blessing our union.