Our Wedding Story

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I know that I left you with a cliffhanger at the end of the last blog because I knew what most of you wanted to hear about–The Wedding. Now, the day has come when you finally get to read all about it, and I have a story, but one that you probably would have never imagined. Or, maybe you would. It is me after all!

Beware: this is probably going to be the most UN-romantic wedding story you have ever heard. You may cry just because you feel sorry for me but please, do NOT do that. 1. This is what I wanted. 2. There is an epic plan in place that far outweighs the most magnificent of weddings (in my book). So here goes!

Rewind to 5 months ago–

I was laying on my temporary bed in my temporary home at my temporary assignment in Iowa. It was a cold, late-fall evening and I was snuggled up with my body pillow under a pile of blankets with my phone glued to one ear. It was like almost any other night. Eric and I were on the phone talking, laughing, trying to share our lives from miles apart when he sort-of-kind-of proposed the idea that we get married. I’m not sure I thought he was serious because after all this was a guy I knew, in the deepest depths of my soul, would NEVER get married again. It came up a few other times throughout the next few months and before I knew it, the idea materialized into a semi-planned event which technically hasn’t happened yet (I’ll get to that later).

And that my friends is technically how Eric proposed. Don’t throw tomatoes at him, he may not be romantic but he’s so much more!


Rewind to 4 days ago–

The Dress

The big day had finally arrived. I did what any normal bride would do. I slept in, ate a bowl of cereal and then had a minor girl moment when I realized that I donated all my jeans last year! I mean, who needs jeans (the slowest drying article of clothing second to maybe an over sized wool sweater) when you’re out having adventures!  So, I was like…”this is the day I’ve been dreaming of my whole life and I don’t even have a pair of jeans?” OMG. lol. Yeah, and that was about the extent of my breakdown. So, I meandered to Bed, Bath & Beyond to pick up another pillow (Eric thieved mine) and stopped by JC Penny’s where I scored a $16 pair of jeans in a color I didn’t really like and went home.

If you know me at all, you understand that even if hell froze over, there was no way I was wearing a wedding dress–not even if someone paid me to wear it–wasn’t going to happen. This was MY day and I was going to do it the way I wanted. Funny thing is, I still ended up wearing my favorite grey dickie scrubs (which in all fairness look like pants) and a black long sleeved thermal top. I was so comfortable and more importantly I was happy. And what is more important than that on your wedding day? Nothing.

The Cake

That afternoon, Eric and I drove to Mexico Missouri in our Freedom Wagon (as we have since named it), paid our $57 marriage license fee, and drove to Eric’s parent’s place. It was there, sitting around the kitchen table, we presented our paperwork to his father, the Reverend William Davis (aka Wild Bill or Poppa D).  We laughed, made some jokes, shook hands and It was then we became Mr. and Mrs. Eric S. Davis.

That’s the story.

I’m sure that not all of you can appreciate the simplicity of the day, but in a world where weddings now cost upwards to 25-30k, the intent was to do the deed and to do it as inexpensively as possible. I’d give up just about everything for that 1-2 year honeymoon (Oh wait, I have!!). Especially an extravagant wedding where I felt miserable and uncomfortable the entire time! I’m not knocking weddings, I’m just not that kind of girl!

Honestly, what I love most is that we spent under $100 bucks on a wedding (rings included) and got everything we ever wanted–each other. 

The Rings



So what’s that semi-planned event I was talking about earlier?

First, take a few minutes to listen to our song.  


Any time doubts creep in about if we’re doing the right thing…giving up everything for years of travel WAY before our dictated retirement at 67+ years old…I listen to this song and know in my heart we are on the right path.  So to finish the story….

Fast-Forward 5-6 months–

Courtesy of Mark Lilly Photography

Imagine a warm breeze whip through your hair as you climb up and down the most beautiful, rugged mountains you’ve ever seen. Weeks of sore muscles, stinky pits, and pre-packaged foods seem light years in the past as you are greeted with the most stunning views that Lake Tahoe has to offer. In that moment, you look over to your partner (who also wants to live life to the fullest before the inevitable end) and you feel…lucky. Lucky to be alive. Lucky to feel freedom. Lucky to have found love in your best friend. We look into each other’s eyes and exchange our own vows, hand in hand, under our terms. Sweaty. Hot. Dirty. And in love. It doesn’t get any better than that!

While I’m sure that the story above is the making of my over active imagination, our day will likely be some rendition of that dream. You see, our original plan was to hike part of the Pacific Crest Trail and get married in Lake Tahoe, but, because we are going to be spending some time away, it was going to make the paperwork and legal, rule-following game nearly impossible! The man wins yet again! But, not really because all-in-all, we are doing what we want, when we want, and on our own terms. 

So all I can say is, maybe it was a better story than you thought and best of all–the journey has just begun. 

Until next time….

  Peace, Love & Adventure from Mr. and Mrs. Eric S. Davis






3 Responses

  1. Susan Hopkins

    Live life to your fullest and enjoy!
    Congrats to two special souls.
    Love Momma

  2. Marsha Kyle

    Live life on your terms and you will always be happy!
    Congratulations to the beautiful couple!!

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