Maine

When Geno and I got engaged we were living in Jersey City, working in THE city, and very clear on the fact that we wanted to get married in Connecticut.  (In large part because we were very clear that we wanted to be living in Connecticut, like, yesterday.)  Shortly thereafter we set an October date in our little nutmeg haven.

Then, the stars aligned and we actually did to move to Connecticut.  And then I got a new job.  And then I realized that it was going to be really tricky to change my last name after just one month of working.  Plus there was the whole buying a house thing.

So - to make the logistics work -we decided to get all European and have a civil ceremony before the actual wedding.  Lucky us, our friends' cousin is a justice of the peace in Maine, and was down(easter) for making us legal.  With our parents' blessing, we drove up to Biddeford, ME, and in the early evening on the beach, surrounded by our friends Connie, Souki, Meghan and Caleb, lobster, blueberries and beer, we were pronounced hitched.  

That was five years ago, two weeks from now...  And this weekend, (after our Boston sojourn), we took Mateo to Maine for the first time.  Lucky us.

Riding the rails along the coast

This is always how I think of Maine - an island with fir trees

Five years - and from 2...

...to 3!

Playing around

Geno and "his" boat

Cracking open the lobstah

Beware of the wildlife

Ooh- this is fun!

Chilling on the streets of Portland

Love these two hooligans