I’ll admit, I’m a bit of a hippie at my core – at least when it comes to footwear. I avoid shoes at all costs, and I wear flip flops from April to November or longer, if possible.
So it’s always been my intention to be married in my bare feet. And despite the damp, chilly weather on September 21, I did just that.
I kicked off my sandals just before heading down the grassy aisle to my groom. We had laid down a white linen so my toes didn’t become too numb during the ceremony. It wouldn’t have mattered, though.
It was a glorious day … and saying my vows in bare feet just added to the perfection of it all.