I was 23 years old when I met my now-husband, Tim. A week after our first date, we were at boyfriend/girlfriend status. It did not take long before there was no refuting that I wanted to keep him forever.
The first time the topic of a wedding came up, one of us was pretty dead-set on eloping. That was me. Tim’s response being a prompt, “Really?”
Years earlier I had decided I wanted to elope. After being a bridesmaid so many times already, I had seen enough weddings to know it wasn’t something I valued highly. Marriage I valued. But the wedding itself? Not so much. Of course, my mom repeatedly told me I would change my mind and want a big wedding.