British Columbia

I woke up early to a deja vu of Christmas mornings past. My sisters were sitting excitedly on my bed, waking me for my wedding morning adventure. We piled into two cars with a handful of my closest friends headed for the beach. Hobbling into the icy sea, we skinny dipped, laughed, ate Costco croissants and drank coffees all before the fog had lifted. We set off for a morning of getting ready in a cabin constantly serenaded by old Taylor swift songs. ...