On September 17th, 2022, we got married in Maine.

And while our legal document says we only married each other, it kind of feels like we married everyone. Those who came, who endured the cold cabins on night one, who danced their feet numb, who cried alongside us during our vows, who said “yes” during Scottish Dancing, who helped when they didn’t have to, who dove into the water and swam for miles. Those who embraced the unique beauty Maine — we love you.

The magic of this moment was not lost on us. Our weekend in the woods at Camp Bishopswood wasn’t just an event but an experience. A memory that will stay golden and shiny in our minds for all the years to come.

Sure, we came to say “I do”, words we’ve been waiting to say to each other for years. But it was the tiny moments, the community, the nephews, the early fall sun, the sweat on the dance floor, the laughter in the pines, the togetherness by the fire. That’s what made it all the more magical.

It wasn’t just a wedding.

It was unadulterated joy.

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But before all that, it was Wednesday

We arrived at Camp Bishopswood with some work to do. Cleaning. Table moving. Cabin set up. 16 of us got to work hauling, staple-gunning, unboxing, and banner-hanging. A 10 hour day with little rest, we ended with new bruises and a bubbling sense of excitement. It was so nice to be together, to work towards a common goal.

To feel close and connected after so many years apart.

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Night 1 was eventful

With day 1 in the books, we made our way over to a rented home on the lake a few miles away from camp. There, we had some eventful happenings: Jack Dodson made a delicious dinner, with sous chefs Alison Bennie and Sally Prescott; Blythe Green was nearly swallowed whole by a dock yet somehow managed to make it out alive; I lit a joint because why not! Evening 1 down, 3 more to go.

And then it was Thursday.

If Wednesday was all about prep and manual labor, Thursday was all about decoration and final adjustments. Flower pickups had to be made, wine had to be purchased. The chapel was undergoing a Sally Prescott overhaul. The Great Hall had to be set-up for Scottish dance lessons. The cake (made by Maggie’s step-mother, Wendy) had to be assembled. The BBQ had to prepped. The Sonos had to be tested.

Miraculously it all came together by 6PM — in large part because of our family, friends, and the Bishopswood staff. This day seemed impossible at the on-set, but with the help of everyone, we got it done in time and with joy.

Scottish dance lessons

in the Great Hall at 7PM

A little icebreaker to kick off the weekend

Laura Scott and Ed Pearlman (and band!) set up in the Great Hall and kicked off the weekend with a Scottish dance lesson. The idea behind this was simple — get everyone feeling comfortable, a little less shy, and ready to embrace all that the weekend asked of them.